They are no longer in hiding, not that they ever were…in fact I used to work for and with a bunch of them whilst in Denver. They’ve spoken…BEWARE.
They are no longer in hiding, not that they ever were…in fact I used to work for and with a bunch of them whilst in Denver. They’ve spoken…BEWARE.
This has been posted on numerous stops on the interwebs for myself and thought that it would be a good way to start off the week. It is Columbus day here in Jesusland, but in Canada it is Thanksgiving which means no one really gets the day off and I’m missing out on hockey games. Dammit! Oh well, at least tomorrow is Tuesday…until the next time…COURAGE!
I’m speechless. Thanks to the Egotist for planting this thing that I can’t un-see.
This blathering has been brought to you by Dinosaur Jr. Could this be the last Wednesday of a baby-free Josef? Maybe? If my daughter comes upon this blog submission at any point, I am not dreading your arrival, the nerves are just driving this delete a bit on the crazy side. Please pardon your father. In other news, I’m in the market for a new vehicle. Wish me luck. Until next time…courage.
Mr. Show taught me a lot, but mostly that I really need to beef up on my flatualence skills if I’m to compete with Mr. Gary or others. That is all for now, until the next time….COURAGE.
Lots of Maiden going on in the house today, which I can’t complain. I remember first seeing this commercial at my grandparent’s house in the middle of NE, twas’ like a metal-ly drink of water for the delete.
Come Augusto, this video might come in handy for the Delete and family. Oh, the joys of being thirty-two and dealing the fact that I’m soon to be the grumpy old man shaking my fists and the “damn kids”. I guess one cannot avoid this. Hockey is about to start, so that is all. More to come later. Until next time, COURAGE.