The only thing dragging with me
is my troglodyte knuckles on the sidewalk... I'm about fixing to break from my current sentence (most of all so you will stop with the Catlick innuendo)... I found out what sales reps make and GESTALT, I'm in the wrong line of woik. I'm fixin to fixit though. More to follow. If I come back out from the sanctity of the womb into the cold cruel world, I'll probably be more apt to post here with more frequency - so you should all pray that I keep my lame assed job!
The recession is over now, yada yada, and I stated that I would only womb here until it was safe to surface. I'm not that much worse for the wear either. I have rested myself up and am ready for corporate monkey fuck ass clowns, round three. I've even had a chance to dumb myself down properly.
In any event, I'm doing okay, moi droog. Just raising kids and not hell...
;-)
Just a few thoughts,
Danno