those paying attention to this fine blog might recall that i was evicted from my corner office at the cracker factory and relocated to a fucking cubicle about a year ago. well, my purgatory is over and i can now amuse myself in a private office.
the old cracker factory is a hard place to figure out these days, one day we're downsizing and the next day we're expanding. fortunately some schmuck was downsized and i was the victim a excellent accident. i was seriously considering retirement in the next few months but now that i've lucked into a lovely sanctuary i might just hang on a little longer.
the best thing about my new office is the excellent radio reception i now enjoy. whilst listening to the cbc morning show today i heard this song and the announcer said he was a swedish bob dylan, locking himself in a room for 3 weeks and listening to nothing but dylan's blonde on blonde.
i love you sons of bitches
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Nice tune. Oh. Congrats on the new office. I remember the days I spent in my nice office, especially compared to the decades I spent in a closet.
wow, he really does sound like dylan!
Nice. Love the melody and the fingering.
I think its wonderful that you got a better sanctuary! Woo hoo! Long may you reign there.
"A victim of a series of accidents... as are we all." =:]
Growing up country I always hated getting stuck in offices, even mine when I had my own businesses. I've always been a get out there and get shit done man.
But I am glad I learned how to type. Now getting shit done boils down to going camping, boating, working on projects, cooking meals and fucking around.
And taking naps....
I'd trade an office for a tent or camper any day of the week.
But you like to live more fancy than me so get your silly ass back to that office.
bob - i've listened to it several times today and like it more each time.
silly - and, somebody up there likes me.
bbc - being in an office separates me from the monkeys!
pilgrim -
Stop " Fucking the Puppy " and get out of that office.
Love fingering Melody too.
What?
BBC excreted,
".....I've always been a get out there and get shit done man....."
Leslie's gonna love this!
".....whilst listening to the cbc morning show today....."
My tutor informs me that the CBC morning show has been nowt but shite since that 'cigarette-welded-to-his-lips Peter Gzowski left and then subsequently carked it!
BBC said, sort of,
".....Now getting shit done boils down to going camping, boating, working on my linguistic skills, cooking meals and fucking around....."
Boating?
You have access to a boat?
The empire building aspect of that notwithstanding, I took you for a fucking landlubber.
My tutor's father just happened to be sailing/motoring his Whitby 42 Aft cockpit on the Hudson River, avoiding various ditching aircraft, 12 kilometres north of Battery Park, 5 weeks into his Inland Waterway transit from Lake Ontario to the Atlantic at 8:46 AM, September 11, 2001.
Suffice it to say, he and his boat were trucked home to Owen Sound, Ontario, Canada three days later.
My tutor will inherit this magnificent vessel shortly. Can I pick my men or what?
hugh - i get out of that office as early as possible.
aquarians - i listen to radio 2 for the music. if only the arsehole announcers would stop trying to be my friend.
bbc is an old navy man and i'm an old coast guard man so you're tutor's father can go fuck himself and fuck the barge he rode in on.
".....so you're tutor's father can go fuck himself and fuck the barge he rode in on....."
That's not nice, the poor man is expiring as we speak. And if the two of you value your freedom, you should be thanking him. The man killed a mess o' Krauts in the Italian Campaign during WWII so you could have an office in which to work and BBC a boat in which to mess about.
And it's "...fuck himself and fuck the barge in on which he rode."
And a Whitby 42 Aft cockpit is hardly a 'barge'.
When I read the title of this post I was certain it was heralding the demise of BBC's blog.
Disappointed.
BBC shops at Old Navy? Bit fancy for him, innit?
Eddie Bauer is better quality, and their shopping bags were the inspiration for the old Fred Neil song, "That's the Bag I'm On" Just a l'il fyi for you oldsters!
Ah, but Papa's Got a Brand New Bag
He's doing the Jerk....
He's doing the Fly
Don't play him cheap 'cause you know he ain't shy.
So BBC is old Navy?
You mean like 'Rum, Bum and the Lash' type old Navy?
Or perhaps.......
In the navy
Yes, you can sail the seven seas
In the navy
Yes, you can put your mind at ease
In the navy
Come on now, people, make a stand
In the navy, in the navy.
Both. Right?
aquarian - you didn't correct my grammar. am i beyond salvation?
leslie - i don't think old navy men shop at old navy but i understand his old spice cologne drives helen wild.
billy pilgrim said,
".....am i beyond salvation?...."
Perhaps, but certainly you are beyond redemption - assuming the two are different things, in a linguistic context that is.
Well I'm with Helen!
Old Spice sure makes me all warm and squishy, it does.
Who wants to party?
Leslie's gonna love this!
I don't give a fuck what she loves as long as it's not me.
You have access to a boat?
Sold my big boat about six years ago but still have three smaller boats in my yard.
The empire building aspect of that notwithstanding, I took you for a fucking landlubber.
I'm a fucking landlubber cuz I own to much shit to put on a fucking boat, that I can afford. If I was a rich fucker I'd live on 200 remote acres with a small lake on it, on a houseboat. And have my big shop on the land.
I'm complex, I need the land and the water. And sometimes tits with chocolate syrup or whipped cream on them, like big waves coming over the bow.
aquarians - i ofter redeem empty beer cans for 10 cents. i'll redeem anything for $10.
bbc - sounds like you and the aquarian have connected. i understand she could purchase 200 acres out of her petty cash. this is your big chance, don't blow it.
Cathy D is here! Sweet Jesus.
Now where are KellZ and Butch? It's like a grand finale.
Wait a second...
Pilgrim, congrats on being able to live out your elitist fantasies! That should last just long enough to be thankful that you've got a little bit of gold tucked up yer six! Insurance may be a burden, but it can come in handy like BBC!
bbc - sounds like you and the aquarian have connected. i understand she could purchase 200 acres out of her petty cash. this is your big chance, don't blow it.
Oh, I'm sure I will, but I'm also sure I won't give a fuck.
Can you picture moving onto 200 acres with a modern woman? She'll think she is the ruler, that it is her empire, but you have to do most of the work, fuck that, I have a lot more experience living that way than most women.
I am a surf to no woman....
If she doesn't want to fuck me for the sheer joy of fucking me she can just go fuck herself.
Besides, she'd not only have to buy us 200 acres, she'd also have to buy me a real nice backhoe.
It takes machines to get shit done.
or a hovel full of...surfs?
yeah for you and new office..does it have a window?
BBC, what happened to your other back-ho? Did she find someone with greener money?
And btw, it's SERF, you fucking moron!
Wait a sec...
You want a rich woman to buy you 200 acres, but she's not the ruler, and you're not a serf?
What are you then? An equal partner? If you're not even willing to contribute by working the land, you're just looking to bottomfeed off an empire builder. Figures!
Too fucking funny; " back- ho".
Tally ho, serf's uprising!
HAW!
"It's Helen's payday, I'll take her to do her banking and we'll eat at The Cornerhouse."
Order the Tits with Chocolate Syrup and Whipped Cream for dessert. She's buying, right?
bill - is the backhoe for creating your lake? sounds like an excellent adventure.
Why are these insane chicks always talking about me here? We’re supposed to be talking about Billy P’s shit here, fuck my shit. I think my shit is more interesting but that’s beside the point.
surf, serf, whateverthefuck, no one else complained because I fucked up a word.
Order the Tits with Chocolate Syrup and Whipped Cream for dessert. She's buying, right?
Of course she is buying, and she'd suck my cock if I asked her to.
Oh, I'd damn sure make a lake with my backhoe.
And I don't want a rich woman to buy me 200 acres, I just want 200 acres and for 99.9 percent of the women on this rock to leave me the fuck alone.
Order the Tits with Chocolate Syrup and Whipped Cream for dessert. She's buying, right?
She'd want to watch but I'd be okay with that.
She'd like to watch me fucking anyone, hell, she likes to watch anyone fucking anyone.
Most women wouldn't make a pimple on Helen's ass.
Liking the tunes, BP. And of course congrats on the swanky new office. Keep milking the man for all he is worth. Have a good one, buddy.
I'm very disappointed, I thought this post was going to be about someone giving up anal sex.
I suspect BBC wants a backhoe for his own yard maintenance.
Or else this, if his diet is high in fibre and fruit.
BBC?
I am poor.
I live off the largesse of my English tutor.
His diet is high in canned beer and free church dinners.
I had a free Veg Thali at the local Hare Krishna Temple once.
Loosened the bowels it did.
mr shife - the new office isn't swanky but the water is warm and there's plenty to eat.
tex - well, i'm currently watching spartacus vengeance and those rascally romans don't seem to be bothered by a little anal enjoyment.
The women here are idiots, there's no shit dumped in my yard, my shit goes into a public disposal system the same as their shit does.
It’s easy for me to have respect for a cocksucker and none for a mouthy redheaded bitch. One reason I’m on this planet is to remind her that she is a bitch.
I'm loving this 'hot' weather.
my tomatoes are loving it too, but poor old ruby is beginning to wilt.
Anal anyone?
ANY one?
Pleeeeeze?
Sugar on top?
Friends, Romans, Cuntrymen - Lend me your anals.
Obsessive and retentive, I cum to bury my Mighty Sword deep in your anusesesessess, not failing to wipe it on the curtains as I exit.
I thank you
And my little Roman dagger thanks you.
And by " little Roman dagger ", I mean the hardest smoothest three inches of turgid Romanish " hardware" ever presented to Julius for shortarm inspection.
BBC~ I should think "mouthy" would suit your criteria for being a respectable woman. No wait, that would mean your thoughts aeren't all jumbled up and soaked in Schnapps.
It certainly reflects mine; I love a mouthy bitch of any hue.
Any time, any place.
Respectability is overrated.
Genuflect, genuflect, genuflect.
Dear bitch, I stopped buying Schnapps when the state got kicked out of liquor sales because the voters are so fucking stupid.
And even though I have my good times I don't drink near what you appear to think I drink. If I did I'd already be dead.
Billy P, I'll eat a fresh tomato when I return from my boating trip in a few days, amazing that I've kept a tomato plant alive for over two months.
BBC~ I should think "mouthy" would suit your criteria for being a respectable woman.
If she talks like me with some respect toward me she certainly is going to get my attention, and maybe my respect.
You figure it out...
Or not....
It's not like I give a shit.
But if I gave a fuck I'd give it to you, hahahahahahaha
Good job, honey. You should think about using the handy "preview" option before hitting "publish".
Lots of people drink heavily and live long. I'm sure your innards are a hot mess.
Maybe that empire builder Helen will buy you some Schnapps if you say "please, Mommy" .
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