March 29, 2006

Yet another hour gone I'll never get back.

Not that I don't love meetings--I do so love them.

Much like I love repeatedly slamming my naughty parts in a car door while singing La Marseillaise at the top of my lungs.

::sigh::

I really need to get with it and learn to love wasting time talking about the same things over and over, without ever reaching any sort of resolution. I mean, I need the exercise, and there's no exercise like exercises in futility.

ANYway, I think it's about time to go home for the evening.

And do my exercises there instead.

Posted by Terry Oglesby at March 29, 2006 04:39 PM
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Much like I love repeatedly slamming my naughty parts in a car door while singing La Marseillaise at the top of my lungs.

Ummmm..... too much information, my friend, too much information.

Unless you're willing to submit video, of course.

Posted by: Grouchy Old Yorkie Lady at March 29, 2006 11:20 PM

Sorry--they're still holding it for evidence.

Posted by: Terry Oglesby at March 30, 2006 07:58 AM

That does explain a lot about French military performance, tho.

Posted by: skinnydan at March 30, 2006 01:11 PM