Did not suppress urge to eat handful of pickled jalapeños upon arrival home, and you can bet your ass I’m running tonight.
FUCK YOU, WALKING DEAD. FUCK. YOU.
or boot up Borderlands.
So do NOT install Skyrim to my 360, yeah?
Happy 236th Birthday my fellow death-dealing, ghetto-as-shit, dust-breathing, green-blooded, misguided fucks.
I am going to pet this cat, eat, ride my bike to collect whiskey and Skyrim then play, drink, go to Quinn’s, and go to Hump! (DAYOFFFUCKYES)
Repercussions from a pair of related, poorly made decisions = losing the use of $3200 in photography equipment. Lessons were learned.
How odd, I really missed you CL4P-TP!
And I don’t mean one comment, every motherfucker in the place will swing by your desk with something to say. For weeks. Brutal and perfect.
Coworkers are at the shooting range testing a DARPA system that reports small-arms fire to a networked, wearable computer. Guess I’m jealous
Nice to be back at work, troubleshooting weird tech shiz http://t.co/pzAvdjC0