There are a ton of things that I’m not very good at - writing a blog for one, remaining sober for very long, resisting the advances of the neighborhood gutter tramps...
Mmmmm, gutter tramps.
Anyway, yeah, a million fucking things I stink at, but one thing I am good at is my job - and my job is investing . I mean that’s all I fucking do - research stocks to invest in (and watch porno). So, today when a colleague at work, who shall remain nameless (Gary), asked me to justify a long-term strategy I started to employ several years ago, I may have over-reacted. I may have taken it personally. Unfortunately, I may have acted unprofessionally (yes, I know, thats hard to imagine). So, as a result of recognizing my amateurish behavior I’d like to extend an apology to that co-worker and say "I am sorry" (go fuck yourself, douchebag)
10 comments:
I love your blog!!!you're very funny. I too, cannot resist siren song of the guttter tramps. I am proud of you for giving such sweet apology to co-worker.
if given choice, I prefer dirty crack whore to gutter tramp though. My birthday is in November
ROFL. Nice post nice blog.
It's your sincerity I find most heart warming.
melissa - I'm glad you visited my blog. All day I was hoping for the opportunity to read some of your funny comments (and to see you naked). Maybe, if you are ever in toronto, you'd let me show you the city (and the inside of my bedroom).
katt - I'm glad you visited my blog. All day I was hoping for the opportunity to read some of your funny comments (and to see you naked). Maybe, if you are ever in toronto, you'd let me show you the city (and the inside of my bedroom).
sj - I'm glad you visited my blog. All day I was hoping for the opportunity to read some of your funny comments (and to see you naked). Maybe, if you are ever in toronto, you'd let me show you the city (and the inside of my bedroom).
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all kidding aside, everyone, thanks for the read.
I've always held great affinity for men who were utterly and completely full of shit.
melissa - I've always suspected the world could use more women like you. Now after reading your comment above I'm certain.
Can you believe I fell asleep during the last 25 minutes of LOST. I'm trying to rack my brain to see if I have half-conscious recollections of the final few moments. All I remember is Sawyer and the crew being hit with darts. Then, just as they fell unconscious, so did I.
Maybe more will come to me later on.
thanks again.
ps. my word verification almost spells "jizwad"
hooch, you need to tighten up and put up new post, I am waiting, Mister!!lol
word veri says znsogu
you're insatiable, woman!!
last time I said that I was all naked and sweaty. but this time I'm not sweaty.
I was thinking about putting something up from my other blog, on another site, where I am all serious and philosophical and shit.
gimme a few to put it up.
You ass bandit, how could you fall asleep during LOST? The only time I even channel surfed was when I heard Prince was singing on the AI finale. I'd miss a lot for Prince...
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