I got the following email from JPX yesterday afternoon:
“Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey buddy, I'm not going to be in tomorrow so please try to throw a few things up on the blog to keep if freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesh!”
Now, he’s been out before, but this is the first time he appealed to me for backup, so I intend to honor his request and keep the blog as freesh as possible today.
“But uncle Octopunk!” I hear you say, “what can I do to help?”
Well, all this responsibility is bound to make me tense, so if you’re in the Bay Area and have access to chocolate, sandwiches or hookers, send me a line and I’m sure we can work something out.
That is not a request for a chocolate hooker sandwich. NOT. I’m won’t go through that again for anything. Worst St. Patrick’s Day ever.
1 comment:
Nice, way to step up! I was starting to get worried I was going to have to spend the afternoon shuffling around my Netflix queue.
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