Granted, I was distracted by the 788 sliders Kdawggy made and Watty stomping around for three hours looking for some mysterious tv cable, but I can't say I even noticed Hurricane Irene. But then, I was a Cub Scout for a coupla weeks when I was a kid (as opposed to when I was in my early 30's, I suppose), so I guess you never really lose that instinct for leadership and survival.
And no, don't be fucking stopping me in the street to thank me for my service, either. My incredibly laudible sense of modesty will only make me embarrassed.
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