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The problem with working on this Blog is that it has taken all the spice out of calling off of work ... thus, basking in my usual slothfull indolence has lost a certain degree of debauched and ruthless zeal.
Still, I can offer up endless lame excuses all day long to you, o loyal reader.
Because I care.
So here goes.
The reason I don't get around to blogging very often is that I occasionaly moonlight as a double-secret agent. Last week I was in Pianosa investigating MINDERBINDER, INC for the United States Government. (Pianosa is a country a little south of Nigeria and a little north of, uh, Antarctica.) It was there that I was taken by surprise by a well-armed horde of Space Mongols. I was subsequently held in a concentration camp for forty-four years, escaping with only the cunning use of my hair gel and a twig.
I’m now blogging via sattelite, riding on the back of an elephant through Deepest Darkest Africa in search of the US Embassy. But satellites are really heavy, and my elephant is getting tired and really cranky so I have to keep this short.
I have to warn the world of the coming Space Mongol invasion. I also think I should not do anything resembling work tomorrow either … you know … in case anything weird happens. I need to conserve my energy.
The President, Myself, and the rest of the Free World all thank you for your cooperation and understanding in this matter, and I will blog some more as soon as I find a new elephant.
Ahhhh ... that's better.
[LOBO]
The problem with working on this Blog is that it has taken all the spice out of calling off of work ... thus, basking in my usual slothfull indolence has lost a certain degree of debauched and ruthless zeal.
Still, I can offer up endless lame excuses all day long to you, o loyal reader.
Because I care.
So here goes.
The reason I don't get around to blogging very often is that I occasionaly moonlight as a double-secret agent. Last week I was in Pianosa investigating MINDERBINDER, INC for the United States Government. (Pianosa is a country a little south of Nigeria and a little north of, uh, Antarctica.) It was there that I was taken by surprise by a well-armed horde of Space Mongols. I was subsequently held in a concentration camp for forty-four years, escaping with only the cunning use of my hair gel and a twig.
I’m now blogging via sattelite, riding on the back of an elephant through Deepest Darkest Africa in search of the US Embassy. But satellites are really heavy, and my elephant is getting tired and really cranky so I have to keep this short.
I have to warn the world of the coming Space Mongol invasion. I also think I should not do anything resembling work tomorrow either … you know … in case anything weird happens. I need to conserve my energy.
The President, Myself, and the rest of the Free World all thank you for your cooperation and understanding in this matter, and I will blog some more as soon as I find a new elephant.
Ahhhh ... that's better.
Comments
I got a kick out of the story were you actually left a message to call off from work. hahahah
I enjoyed reading your stuff tonight, I always thought it so funny when we first met, you always had me laughing, I had so much fun with you. That's what caught my attention was your witty funny sense of humor writing style. I showed Kim your blog and she and I sat here and read some of your posts and we both laughed our booties off. LadyTerri