Asnito still hasn't explained that Mark Howe pick. Even though we are all standing around him in a circle with pitchforks and torches.
We start the day with
@Rebels57 on the clock,
@CanadianFlyer88 on deck,
@Chuck Downie on the lido deck, and Milord's dumb ass on the lido afterdeck.
One note. Someone, I'm pretty sure it was pit from the pit, said they were thinking about picking their own player for the Spite Player slot. That would go against the spirit of the category, and also not make much sense, so don't do that. I just wanted to head it off before someone else tried to do it.
Member that c*** Sandy that I used to work for? I had another dream with him in it last night. I was working abroad somewhere, and it was right next door to something that must have been an embassy. There was this woman who asked me if I would be willing to work at "the White House" - which was the name of the building next door - for $65,000 per year. I don't know what my situation was in the dream exactly, but I laughed at it, because I was broke as f***. I said "Of course I would." But I also wanted to sleep with her, and I could tell that she also wanted to sleep with me. It was really going well.
Then all of a sudden the President was there. I think he was the dean I worked for in the end in Thailand - I love that guy, so that was great. I guess I was doing tasks for him, to prove that I could work in "the White House," even though he already knew I could handle it and then some. But then, all of a sudden, that guy was no longer the guy from Thailand - it was Sandy. Sandy was the President. Of the United States. Forget the geopolitical implications - it was suddenly down to Sandy whether or not I could have that job. I immediately started f***ing things up. Like he told me to look at his speech, and I mentioned that I'd found a mistake before I finished reading a sentence, but he had a billion things to do (and was surely coked out of his gourd), so I couldn't explain it before he walked off angry. Then the c*** is standing off to the side signing me some kind of message with his hands and expecting me to know what he meant. He got frustrated and scribbled a note to me on a Post-It. I walked over and took it and couldn't understand a single f***ing thing he'd written.
This c*** is going to haunt me forever, I guess.
