The heartiest of condolences to my enemies who would wish me dead or at the very least slapped around repeatedly, for it just isn’t so. Last week was pretty ladened with work, and bullshit, and bullshit work. Then a party on Saturday to celebrate the fact that I’m not doing this bullshit work for someone else anymore, which left me… slightly obliterated.
Though I do arise anew, fresh and ready to actually post shit on this site again. For the moment though, I’m going to go grab some lunch, and then come back to try and put a dent in our leftover supply of sangria, which you will notice to the right. I don’t even want to think about the fast-melting ice supply on the beers outside. I have duties to accomplish as a man, and my queer little liver is bitching like a schoolgirl who got pushed in the mud.
I mean to make up for the postlessness of last week, so if any of you have pie, links, etc to share, now is the time to do so. I am alert, ready, and slightly turned on, which is a good state of being for pie postage. I’ve got some personal stores of nudity and semi-states of nudity (not mine) to share momentarily.
In the meantime, laugh at another human with me.
Newcastle… is awesome.
OMGThe Fuckers gone Postal!….
Eh?What am I supposed to be laughing at? Someone practicing? Huh?
Huh?That’s what we’ve been waiting for? Send me some of that sangria and I’ll feel better about checking in all week for nothing.
Ha.What the hell? Was he dancing? If he’s ‘practicing’ anything, it’s being a total loser.
holy shitI’m not sure who that guy is, but that is totally my college, and he’s in the lawn right next to my old dorm (the building in the background). I must find out who the hell this was.