If the guy 2 cubicles down from me gets up one more time for no reason other than to grab another soda and snack, he will have had 4,752 snacks/drinks and it's only 10am.
My life has not gone the way it should have. I was supposed to be pitching for the Seattle Mariners. I guaranteed that no MLB pitcher writes in a blog. I make witty remarks, tell jokes on stage, sell solutions for companies, and am married to the most beautiful human being I've ever seen. She's an idiot obviously.
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