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Adjutant! Yer fired! It's too bad I don't pay you anything...

...so I can't even have the satisfaction of not giving you a severance check!

It's someone else's birthday today, too.

Princess Crabby's. An even more dangerous one to overlook, as the bomb-damaged interior of my email box amply demonstrates.

All I can offer in atonement, Maggie - is this Dubai picture site.

C'mon Denizens, help a brother out here. I'm in a serious doghouse.

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Sorry, Maggie! Maybe a nice Massage while you are enjoying Dubai will help.
   
boat looks nice, but does it have a live well and a spittoon?
 
How about some M&Ms?
 
Psssst -- ry! Wrong toy! You *know* what the green ones do to her...
 
Hey, Ry -- pass me some of the other colors. The stale cheetos here in the dungeon didn't last long. So, am I truly fired, Armorer, Sir? Or just on garbage detail for a month?
 
Barb - If I wait until he is back in the US, can you get MG Rick Lynch to stand in for my masseuse? MMMMMM BS - It's beautiful, will it be crewed by real sailors (the kind that wear black shoes)? MajMike - I don't what a live well is.....but I'm guessing it has a bar, so I'm good. As far as the spittoon goes........I don't kiss men who smoke or chew.....so by some coincidence men in my orbit don't smoke or chew. Spittoons are not needed. Ry - M&Ms are *always* good. Chief - Do you actually imagine I need assistance in that regard or conversely, that withholding green M&Ms could save a man from the hurricane that is Princess Crabby? John - Let Barb out of the dungeon. Remembering all these birthdays is a big job. If she's going to miss anyone, it might as well be someone who won't suffer in silence.
 
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