Scrunchies? We don’t need no stinkin’ SCRUNCHIES!
So the other day (actually, about 8 minutes ago), I was in the middle of writing an important email for work when I got bored and went, “Hey, didn’t we used to have a blog…?” Turns out, amidst my drunken narcotically induced fog, I was still able to remember the url to this website which I haven’t visited in about 20…days. Thank goodness for password recovery, or I’d have to resort to stupid comments on Wojo’s posts in order to get my 2 cents in. Hey, didn’t there used to be a button for the “cents” symbol? I don’t see that anywhere on my keyboard. And I’m not about to take the time to write out $0.02. That would take too long.
So, my job is pretty good, but not as good as working for the FBI! Just think, you could get paid a decent salary with great government benefits and spend your days plotting to blow up Washington D.C. area metro stations with THIS guy:
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2010/10/27/AR2010102704857.html?hpid=topnews
Poor Farooque Ahmed, he pulled the classic, “work with federal agents to plan a terrorist attack” strategy. I’m sorry but that NEVER works. That’s sort of like getting your girlfriend to plan your bachelor party. Doesn’t turn out well. Trust me.
On a lighter note, I finally discovered the source of that awful smell. Lets just say it was “with me all the time.” ;)
I was going to put a poll about favorite pop-tarts flavors in here, but that would be a total waste of time. Everyone knows peanut butter banana isn’t a pop-tart flavor.
Q: What’s the difference between a can of tomato soup and my love for the fairer sex? A: Aluminum. Oh, and on the soup cans you can usually UNDERSTAND the label! Zing!
Hey, remember when making someone a mix tape used to be cool? Yeah neither do I!
Hoffstar out!
