Duck, beer, chimichanga, email.
Joe's work is the shit. It's the only place I can go drink a six pack, hang out with Vietnamese people (who are hilarious), and get to try some duck for free. And as good as a chimichanga with spicy cheese sauce sounded last night when I was smashed, I wish now I had not inhaled that thing. I don't even like spicy stuff, and I think I remember why... now my stomach hurts. OK, back to work I go. 10:45 lunch breaks suck.
P.S. New email address. It's gurt.diggler@gmail.com
I am too lazy to clean out my mail box all the time, so this is much better. A whole gig of space! Send lawyers, guns and money.... or pictures. Those are cool too. Now I don't have to worry about it. Before every time someone sent me pictures it would blow up my mail box. (Which happened yesterday, so sorry if anything got bounced back)
P.S. New email address. It's gurt.diggler@gmail.com
I am too lazy to clean out my mail box all the time, so this is much better. A whole gig of space! Send lawyers, guns and money.... or pictures. Those are cool too. Now I don't have to worry about it. Before every time someone sent me pictures it would blow up my mail box. (Which happened yesterday, so sorry if anything got bounced back)