You make me feel like prancing
May. 25th, 2004 10:33 am When Superman tells you to fuck off, you're done for.
I was on Wisconsin Public Radio last week. I finally got to talk with my favorite host of all, Ben Merens. It was a call-in show about best and worst jobs, so I shared. Best was temping at an insurance company and working 2 out of the 8 hours, with the remainder being used to play cribbage, read books and email love notes to Marie. It ruled. The worst was cleaning grease traps in August at Wendy's. The a/c could be on 40 degrees and you'd still be stuck with a severe case of the muggies.
The lawn's ass is now officially grass. Thank you, good night.
Tonight is cribbage with Terry and sweeping out the garage. Also, possibly watching the episode of Danger Mouse I downloaded last night.
I was on Wisconsin Public Radio last week. I finally got to talk with my favorite host of all, Ben Merens. It was a call-in show about best and worst jobs, so I shared. Best was temping at an insurance company and working 2 out of the 8 hours, with the remainder being used to play cribbage, read books and email love notes to Marie. It ruled. The worst was cleaning grease traps in August at Wendy's. The a/c could be on 40 degrees and you'd still be stuck with a severe case of the muggies.
The lawn's ass is now officially grass. Thank you, good night.
Tonight is cribbage with Terry and sweeping out the garage. Also, possibly watching the episode of Danger Mouse I downloaded last night.