To the lifeboats!

My 200th post.

I wish I had good stuff for it. But I don't.

That "blub blub blub" sound you hear? My company going under.

Oh well. Shit happens.

BUT the stress over the extra work I was starting to resent getting shoveled at me that wasn't part of my job is released.

The worst part is that now I'll have to make sure I can still fit in my suit. AND I'll have to start shaving again.

So if you want to molest my triumphant beard, you'll have to do it now.

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OH, but there is something good today. It's Juan's birthday. Make sure to punch him 27 times.