Wife Training
Thank you for the concern about my whereabouts but no, I did not: die; abandon my blog; suffer a stroke after Arsenal’s absolutely shameful, dreadful, pathetic week of shite, suck, and criminality; get arrested trying to kill Al Davis; get attacked by the heating/cooling serviceman that tried to rip me off; or get killed by my boyfriend/spouse/affair/stalker (I don’t know what prompted those particular questions; do you know something I don’t?). I’ve simply been up against it at work with 12-13 hour days and I haven’t looked at the internet in the better part of a week. Boss is a fierce taskmaster.
Anyway, I’ll produce something substantive this evening but in the meantime, here’s something to send to your wives, girlfriends, and mothers…
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I sent it to my boss and he sent it to his wife. We’re waiting for the hammer to drop.
at least it’s not like a few weeks ago when you were sleeping in your fuckin office
I sent it to my Bubbe. I thought she’d laugh but she’s all pissed at me AND my dad now because she thinks he didn’t teach me to appreciate women. Great.
is that ad real?
I didn’t email you about it but the possibility of you running across the heater guy, attacking him, and going to jail did cross my mind once or twice.