Get down with your crazy self. Going down to get my coffee today and Jack, my boss, stops me.

Mudderfugginbahstahd.

Immediately starts in on me. Fugger.

Mr. Friendly, we're gonna need to go ahead and move your blog into storage B. We have some new bloggers coming in, and we need all the space we can get. So if you could go ahead and pack up your stuff and move it down there, that would be terrific, OK?

I have said before and I will say it again.

GOTDAMMBENDYURMUDDEROVERTHEKITCHENTABLEFUGGIN
SONUVABITCHINBAHSTAHDTOOSTUPIDTWOKNOWTHATTHATS
NOTRAINYURPISSINONYURSELF!

My Boss, John G. Gass nickname Jack, is a retard.

But I get his point.

I need to break it down, keep it real, get in touch with myself.

I need to speak some truth.

And perhaps link some porn.  ¶ 10:34 AM