Man, I am typo-rific in that last post. Holy shit. Someone my stuttering translates itself into typing. Fuckall.
What the fuck is with me and typing. Just deleted everything I wrote. Fuckall.
By 11:30AM I really could have stood 8 neat Manhattens. Did I get them? No. I had to settle for a pair of Dos Equis after work, but at least it was on the company dime. Fuckall.
Busy busy busy.
What the fuck is with me and typing. Just deleted everything I wrote. Fuckall.
By 11:30AM I really could have stood 8 neat Manhattens. Did I get them? No. I had to settle for a pair of Dos Equis after work, but at least it was on the company dime. Fuckall.
Busy busy busy.