Much like a keg of PBR in a university fraternity house or Paris Hilton on an aircraft carrier full of cocaine, I am tapped. I just do not have it today ("it" referring to the creative magic that makes me money and
causes the ladies undergarments to moisten). While searching for inspiration that was non-porn related, I found a
video of the
best hockey fight I have
ever witnessed. Then
Jake sends over
Jam On It by
Newcleus. Any moment now I expect
Turbo to bust out the storage room and do the
electric worm past my cubicle. Things are starting to look up.
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