Seasons change and old father time grumbles and throws his big dick in the dirt and… what was I talking about? Anyway, summer’s over, dudes! Today is the last day I’ll be classing up this office with my august presence. Before you start having dangerous heart palpitations, calm down. It’s more than likely you’ll see a post here and there from me on Blogtown, and, of course I’ll be in the comments, movie nights, etc. I know. You’re relieved. Wipe that sweat off your brow and perk up, little trooper!
I will, however, miss being around all these lovely people. I’ll also miss the ice cream man. (I never got to ask him if he’d ever killed anyone, though I meant to. ) I will miss Festive Sombrero and the Effigy of Molly, my predecessor editorial intern.
Since I’m not saying goodbye, I’ll leave you with this important message instead. Drink deeply of the cup of life, to the fullest! Just like this cat, except, you know, it doesn’t have a cup. Marjorie Skinner tells me cats drinking from faucets are ALL THE RAGE these days. Happy Cat Friday, ya’ll!
Also, the Stargate shows are terrible. I wouldn’t watch them, if I were you.
If you’re wondering what I’ll be doing with all the free time I’m now going to have, please see the video in Wm. Steven Humphrey’s post before this one. I’m going to do my best to be just like that guy.
My cat also drinks from the faucet. She’s 26 and she gets really angry and meows like a yenta if you don’t turn it on fast enough.
See you around, William.
You have a 26 year-old cat!? That is amazing!
Goodbye Will Radish! May your cat eat nothing but moths!
I guess I’ll have to unfollow you on Twitter now that you’re a nobody again. Never mind, I’ve got nothing better to do anyway.
HAVE A GOOD LIFE TOOL!
“Will Radish”. I like that. : >
Will, I love the shout-out! Hope your time was well spent. Leave the doll in a good position, k? Nothing dirty. I’m a lady.
Cheers,
Molly