In the meantime (before and after my naps), I'll be finding more perfectly fine bike trails to bitch about, trying to sober up my helper horse Sven and -- wait for it -- working. And this time I don't mean selling sex toys to the public...or gambling...or any other number of nefarious activities. I mean honest-to-goodness work. Sort of. I haven't gotten paid for it yet, but I'm hoping one day this work will pay off. And this time I don't mean with promises of a 50 percent discount on all the Vibro Dongs I want. At least I hope not...
But no need to go into a deep non-depression about my impending absence. The Anti DC will resume with regular updates next
Until then, e-friends. I'll probably miss you more than you'll miss me...
4 comments:
Note to self: Must incorporate Super Pooper into daily vocab.
Have a Super Pooper e-holiday.
Good old Sven, looking out for you. Has he told you the secret of life yet?
Does your facebook bring the DC hate as well? Or is it mostly kittens, cupcakes, and unicorns?
-Brian
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