Work sucks great big hairy balls

its 4am, and I'm tired -- I've been here since 1:45 yesterday afternoon -- something of great importance is going on here.

Is it a train wreck?
Has one of those ungodly terrorist people threatened a casino?
A mutli car pileup on I15?
Did Hoover dam spring a leak and a little dutch boy has his finger shoved in it to hold back the tide of Lake Mead?

No.

The CEO of the station is holding a dinner for one of his buddies, and would like to slap dicks with them over a plate of caviar.
And so I get to go through endless reams of crap as a bunch of dickwads regurgitate fake sentiment read off a teleprompter and put it together in a way that will make sure they at least stay awake through the 15 minute ordeal.

I can honestly say that this crap is about as exciting as a review of "My Dinner With Andre" given by Forbes as a segment on 'The View'.

Work totally sucks... This joker doesn't deserve to be rich - he should give all his money to me so I can dispose of it properly....

Like buying a jeep wrangler and having it painted hot pink with a welded on pokemon tail.... just because I could.

Ok - I feel much better now..

Siggy.

BTW - My Ass Hurts.

Well, don't look at ME! I ain't been anywhere near your ass. Hmmm, Darwin?