Stiff Neck for weeks, aye thank ya
I awoke bright and early to the promise of a new day, and the hope for the simple pleasures. Okay, so I stroked myself and went back to sleep. But, alas, I awoke again and ventured to the land of "Holley". Whence there, I saw a construction crew with several white folks doing exactly as they should, wearing flourescent gear and standing around, leaning on their shovels on a perpetual "coffee break". I alos noticed that the darker workers were relegated to guiding traffic around the open expanse of "consruction". I place that in quotes because to constitute construction, things need to be in the process of construction, and I saw no such development. Anyway, I return to my original question, why were the black ones the only ones doing work??? Speculate freely. Anyway, I wrestled at the camp of John Grillo, a good man in all regards. I screwed up my neck and he gave me enough motrin to keep going, until I could no longer do anything but twitch my jaw. This is the reason for the title above, stolen from my close friend Austin Powers, a.k.a. Mike myers to those of you not enlightened. Now I see how long this pile of nutsack is and I completely regret scribing a word of it. Alas I will end, and if you have techniques that may ease my neck, please let me know. Ah yes, and may I mention the name of the most honorable, the dearest to our hearts, the witty, the sparkling, the entertaining Sarah DeRosa. I love her, I do.