I have been receiving death threats from people whose eyeballs have been scorched by the bright colours on the ties they must view every day on this blog and on my facebook. Strangers are walking up to me on the street, begging me to stop, just stop, or God please stop, with the ties.
No.
No, I won't.
You can't make me.
Day 11.
Because I dare.
Because I can.
Accept it.
By the way, the threats have been turned over to the local constabulary. But, when they looked at the evidence, including the ties, they told me that any such attempt on my life would be considered justifable homicide. Geez. No respect.
These pictures were taken a few moments ago in Dion's office. He also took the pictures. My sleeves are rolled up to simulate my working hard. This will strike people who know me as very funny indeed, because I work hard to avoid working hard. It's ironic, I know. Don't judge me. I dimly recall reading somewhere that when men who work in offices, work really hard, they roll up their sleeves and loosen their ties. I thought that I could convey that impression to you by doing those things. The headphones are to make you think that I am listening to important government intelligence, totally hush hush, that I cannot share with you. This makes me An Important Person.
I love playing make believe. Why, when I was growing up, I used to wear my mother's...
Uh, sorry. I'll talk about that one another time. Remind me!
Bevboy
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