Teh Squeaky Wheel
Happy Thursday, GN!
Hope you got a good night’s rest.
LambiePieK is currently slug-a-bed; she’s taking a couple of well-earned days off.
It looks like someone’s Peter Pan costume has darkened with age.
Har! I think you’ve hit on the perfect Halloween costume for Sven, Paddy. (Especially if he also sings “I Won’t Grow Up” in his slightly-gravelly baritone.)
Well if that cat’s face doesnt kilt teh thread, I don’t know what will.
Glad Mrs Arbuckle is taking it easy.
I could pull off that Halloween costume, you know. With style. Panache.
Remember that incident at teh bestest place ever I wrote about a couple of weeks ago? It’s still hanging around me like the stench emanating from SWMNBN. It’s become a BIG DEAL. I was super pissed about it yesterday and probably blew whatever remaining chances I had to advance, but why would I want to move up if I have to deal with folks who are so thin skinned that this is a BIG DEAL? Well, money is one reason, but regardless…
Anywho, hope everyone has a wonderful Thursday and may all your transitions be smooth.
Sure Happy It’s Thursday, Gerbil Nation!
Good morning, Fatwa, and Sven!
Sven -- thin-skinned managers; gotta love ’em! ‘Cuz tying some of your company’s product around their ankles and throwing them in the ocean is frowned upon.
Good morning Gerbil Nation!
Teh hubby won concert tickets in a $2 raffle! With preferred parking even! We saw Bad Company and Joe Walsh last night and I swear, we were the only sober ones in the whole amphitheater. Joe Walsh might have been a bit tipsy as well, but he played well and it was a beautiful night. Bad Company rocked the house. We had the drunkest guys in the place right next to us. One almost fell over the seats in front of him a few times…the one next to me decided that my popcorn was his and reached in and grabbed a handful without asking. I gave him the rest of the bag. His wife disappeared mid way through the first band and was never seen again. He kept tapping my arm and asking me, “Where is my wife?”…like I knew.
Teh good times!
His wife disappeared mid way through the first band…
What was she doing walking through the band?
He kept tapping my arm and asking me, “Where is my wife?”
She’s with the bloody band, ye fookin’ idjit!
Huh. We got tickets to that show tomorrow night in LA. Glad to hear it should be a good one, Cali!
I’ll keep an eye out for unattached wives in case the missing one is following the band.
Yeah for us.
Gun control: California Senate passes sweeping new restrictions on firearms owners
I guess your masters don’t think you can be trusted with bullet buttons and multi-automatic assault weapons with more than ten round bullet clips. They must know what they are talking about, right?
Best of hands.