I’m sitting around in my underwear eating brie.
Okay, no I’m not really. I’m swamped at work, frantic and crazed. And basically every man alive (excepting maybe Paul Gutman and Brian) will most likely end up on my Shit List at least once today. Some will remain on said Shit List on a semi-permanent basis.
Krissa, come talk me out of my breadtruck.
Hmm… where else have i seen promises for real posts! Copycat
::Hugs::
The NYC SWAT team of 646-guy and 917-other-guy are on the way to light some monkey ass.
that’s light some monkey ass on fire. Sorry…got a little trigger happy with fried monkey in the offing.
Good thing you clarified that because I’ve never lit monkey ass and I’m about as non-Fab Five as you can get in the gay world…
you’re in a breadtruck? do i use a crowbar for that?
No that’s for a bread BOX…for a breadtruck you just need the keys…and maybe some butter…
Ah yes, “The hook brings you back”
Ahem.