Had a meeting this morning scheduled for 9am, 45 minutes north of Copenschmagen. Worried I'd get lost, arrived an hour early and finished the meeting before it was scheduled to start. I made it back to the office about the time I should have been mid-meeting. The guys at the office were in a meeting when I got back and when they saw me walk in, assumed something was fucked up. It's hard to explain, but this is a pretty good metaphor about how things around here never work smoothly, even when they're ahead of schedule.
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Not to over morselize your tentacles - but me and the Barned are booked for Montreal first weekend in October - meeting up with Dork Pratt. We will be on time and in full form. Pratt and I will be cradling little Barnzey into all the places of ill repute. Am I throwing salt into the wound of Jewpoo - no. I am lightly seasoning him so he will perfectly braised for his triumphant return to Kanata.
You bastards. Your Montreal privileges are hereby revoked.
If Spaceballs had been made by this Hughes fella, it would be his best movie ever. Second not close.
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