Thursday, October 30, 2008
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
The Numbers Game -- Ode to A Happy Medium
When the reviewers are slow,
Our numbers dip low,
And the brass assumes it’s our fault.
When we drop 'neath average,
The reviewers think us savage,
Bringing our fun to a halt.
When the numbers are high,
Our brains do fry,
But ne'er do we gain exalt.
We must hold firm in the mean,
To keep them keen,
And show we’re worth our salt.
So when next Doug calls
To break our balls,
I'll need not fear
About my career,
and I'll continue to line my vault...
Our numbers dip low,
And the brass assumes it’s our fault.
When we drop 'neath average,
The reviewers think us savage,
Bringing our fun to a halt.
When the numbers are high,
Our brains do fry,
But ne'er do we gain exalt.
We must hold firm in the mean,
To keep them keen,
And show we’re worth our salt.
So when next Doug calls
To break our balls,
I'll need not fear
About my career,
and I'll continue to line my vault...
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Mr. McCain...
He's cute ain't he? Only problem is, he's got a little bit a Mississippi Leg Hound in him. If the mood catches him rite, he'll grab your leg and just go to town. You don't want him around if your wearing short pants, if you know what I mean. Word of warning though, if he does lay into ya, it's best to just let him finish.
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