Tuesday, March 17, 2009


So tomorrow, someone famous is coming into the office to see where the magic happens.  We've all been placed under strict instructions to "be cool".

I'm not sure what to make of the whole thing.  It's a strange job that I have.


Gaby said...

Like Fonzi cool? hehe sunglasses and a rolled up pack of cigarettes.

Notteham said...

Was it Alf? Man, I hope it was Alf. The writers on that show were so high. Like "Permanent Midnight" high. I bet you couldn't tell us even if it was Alf, could you? Well that's fine. Great. Not like we don't always hang out and do stuff with you all the time. Not like we don't sit through that butt hair story of yours that Russell thinks is retarded just so we can pull out the Slip 'n' Slide. You know, whatever man. Totally keep all of the fucking Alf to yourself. I hope you get dick pimples... DICK PIMPLES!!! You'll be doing a lot less Slip 'N' Sliding once you're teeming with dick pimples, pal. You know what, I didn't mean that. I just got carried away. I get pretty emotional about Alf sometimes. He got me and my sister through some tough times. Like when she burnt off half of her hairline when the meth lab exploded. That's why she's always dying it red. It's complicated. Anyway, I take back what I said about the dick pimples and just want you to know that I'm here for you. If you ever want to talk about anything, ANYTHING, I'm your boy. Especially if you want to talk about Alf.