Stewing In My Own Funk...

It's day three of the attack of the Death Gas...and I'm afraid the distilled essence of butt funk is going to soak into my skin...permanently. But I won't bore you with another  day of describing the exact composition of my contribution to the greenhouse effect...except to say that the Kyoto Protocols may want to include a new section...just for me.

I believe this is going to be a short blog day. I've got a ton of work to get done...and ain't no body going to do it but me. Really...I think that's a shame. What happened to the good old days...when the boss just sat around and made decisions...and the entry level employees scurried to and fro doing the boss' bidding. I think we should perhaps bring back the feudal system. I would make a great, wise, and generous Lord. I would take care of my peasents...never leaving a bruise when I've had to beat them because they've disappointed me in some way...my bath was too hot...the nude dancing boy had uneven testicles...my castrati was making out with my nude dancing boy. I would be kind and generous...allowing men and women to learn to count past twenty...permitting gay marriage...allowing everyone a half day off every other Thursday except on those that end in day. Ahhhhhhhh that would be the life.

But...alas...I live in this world. In this time. Where I'm forced to use my brain in the service of others. Where oh where did the world go awry?