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October 24, 2003 WOW! That's all I can really say at this time.A big, emphatic... flippin' WOW! I'm out! Out of "Stinko's"! Out of the 7th level of hell! Out of the limitless pit of despair, stupidity, and ignorance! No longer will I have to suffer dunderheads, lack wits, nitwits, noodle heads, and simpletons on a daily basis. No more, will I endure the pain of answering the plethora of retarded questions thrown at, yours truly, from an even more dull-witted, and even more retarded public. (This, mind you, coming from someone who admits to not being the brightest star in the night sky.) Furthermore, the corporate noose and shackles have been cast off, thrown into the sea, and I find myself... free. Free as the wind. Free as the myriad spores and pollen, which float upon this wind. FREE... at long last! To tell you the truth, I don't know how I did it. However, the fact remains... I did it. Now we rejoice. Now we give in to rapture. To everyone that matters... J-rod, D-day, "the original Sean", Rick-nator, Ta... ta... Tia, Junior, Millhouse, Tim, Admiral Blaise, "The Hunter-huntarian", "boy Jesse", Mikey, and yes... "Crazy Kelly" (who was a pleasure to work with, I might add). I love ya'! Always have (well hell, that ain't true), always will. (Please, forgive me if I forgot anyone who has been a positive influence on my life through the sundry conduit of work.) [Add Comment] [View Comments] 8 |
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