I've come a long way in this business. And by that I mean that I can post an ad for a job without feeling the need to be the exact opposite of conscious, lose my lunch, breathe with complications, drink heavily—smoke heavily, clench my chest in that area it's not such a good idea to feel the need to clench, shave the cat, walk my neighborhood in a bathrobe waving a six-gun (I do this no mater the stress level, it's a Tuesday thing), call twenty-four hour hotlines on the twenty-fourth minute at every hour on the hour, pace back and forth in front of the local Navy recruitment office, pull hair off my head, one clump at a time, Rick Roll hundreds of unknowing, trusting people, shave the other cat, buy a one way ticket to the middle of nowhere, develop a twitch right above my left eye, and/or taste copper.
I'm going to go home and duct tape my house now, but with Scotch tape.
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Your on a roll with duct tape these days. Does this mean you're quitting smoking?
As a show of empathy I would have done any three of those things with you (except that one), but I'm glad that is no longer necessary.
As someone who is unduly inebriated at teh monemnt south of the obrder, what the hlel are you talkling about?
)I'lll rebret this later…_
Luke, go get yourself a nacho hat man.