Sorry, I read it. I undertook a blood-oath of secrecy immediately afterward, though, so no worries. My boss looked at me kinda funny when I cut myself at my desk whilst chanting and invoked blasphemous revenants from a hoary netherworld - but I can't just go and do a half-assed blood-oath of secrecy, now can I?
Damn funny, though. Yet sad, 'cause it's true. But the funny outwieghs the sad. Much like the roomie outweighs us all.
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Damn funny, though. Yet sad, 'cause it's true. But the funny outwieghs the sad. Much like the roomie outweighs us all.
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