there's a new butt in town

my guns aren't sticky
Sooo many updates. So, i did give my notice at work to engage in full-time ass reconstruction. Then, the sneaky buggers came back with a counter offer...well, i wasn't expecting that. i was kinda expecting they would be so pissed off they would just walk me out of the building. but no, it was all "stay and tra la la". But i stuck to my guns, sort of, i'm finishing work in mid-June then full-time devotion to the rear end. The offer threw me, but i recovered. i'm not good with options, with choices...i think i would flourish in prison:

8AM - put on prison pants, no mirror to check my ass in, no time wasted choosing pants
8:01AM - go eat prison gruel
8:30AM - go work in prison laundry
12PM - eat prison lunch
12:30PM - go to prison yard and bench press stuff
1:10PM - get shived in the ladies loo

monday dinners with the girls
i learn things on monday nights, like two steps back can eat 18 oreo cookies (impressive) and run a half marathon (what the f#&*)! That the divine miss M can lay it down in the kitchen. and that i do truly and deeply hate the vegetables. M gave us a choice, we could have asparagus or green beans - it's like Sophie's Choice. That cool whip is filling, if you eat enough of it, and that it acts much like say...a high fibre cereal or a bran muffin and coffee.