This may not come as a surprise, but I HATED my last job. I was a property Accountant for a small Family owned business that developed and owned large retail shopping centers all across the metro area here. The company was run by the kids of the founder, all in their 50's and the ultimate definition of born on third…
This should have been a Literary corner entry but you are a bunch of lazy asses and not going to read six (and counting!) books.
So Sunrise Projector to get the day underway.
I miss you magnificent bastards.
OK, so I realize that I have big shoes to fill because I loved Freeman’s suggestion.
So before the question, a little about me. I’m a nerd. My screen name is my nickname when I was younger and Prime, after Optimus. I taught myself how to read when I was four or five from the old checklists that came with Tramsformers back in the 80's, as I knew how to say all their names and could match the letters…
Feed the cat
As the rich cultural tradition of bitching about your family around thanksgiving goes, I feel like I should chime in with my story. Specifically, the In-Laws. My wife, God bless her, comes from a really fucking weird and fucked up family that we’ll delve into here. And please, feel free to run away screaming, as…
So I play indoor soccer on Thursday nights, and I finally convinced/coerced a buddy that I played with in college to come out. He’s awesome, so that’s a nice plus, but the guy is like a younger, skinnier, nerdier me. My wife was terrified of the trouble we would cause before we left the house.
I have to share this story with you degenerates.
I'm a naturally outgoing fellow, always have been and probably will be for the foreseeable future. When I was a young pup, I would get scolded for saying hi to the neighbors from inside the house, behind curtains and screens and possibly/probably closed windows as well. It was nature.
Are you content?
Take a deep breath. You've done this a thousand times before. This time is no different.
An ACL and you: Or, Fuck that, don’t tear that thing.