I’m doing a temporary gig at the NY POST. I’ve been assigned a cubicle that’s a stone’s throw from the plastic and duct-tape sealed nook that used to be the mailroom! [aghast smilie here.]
If I don’t post for an extended period of time, send Cipro or flowers. Tell Cecil I love him.
NY Post? What if we just send short opinion pieces mourning your demise instead?
You just know they’re hoping you croak before they have to write your first paycheck.
[little devil on my shoulder]
Hey, that’s a good scam…
[/little devil]
Mmm… Little Devil Snack Cakes… drool
What do you mean it’s “Little Debbie”?
No, I don’t have dementia. Really.
Anyway… good luck on that Anthrax thing. Don’t forget that they don’t send complimentary samples of cocaine, I don’t care what the envelope said.
[sub]I’m going to hell, aren’t I?[/sub]