Today was an honorary Monday here at work. In other words, I've been running my ass off all day long and haven't had the few minutes of dick-off time necessary to post. That being said, I still don't have the few minutes of dick-off time necessary to post. I'm actually writing this feeble excuse before running off to a meeting with my boss where I will spout off more feeble excuses. Then I will get home to The Blondage late and launch into a veritable fury of feeble excuses before pouring myself a Scotch and making a few silent feeble excuses about why I can't go three minutes without drinking. I mean, when I soft-boil an egg, I think things like, "Men drink while they cook," or "Eggs and Beck's Dark go well together," or "Come on, it's breakfast!"
Seriously though, I gotta go, so I'll leave you with this:
In the immortal words of Socrates, "I drank what?"