Bikers, Tree Huggers and Magic Tricks

As I started up the front steps at The Cubicle Asylum this morning, I felt something odd rubbing against my calf. I stopped, leaned over and produced a large pair of white, cotton granny panties from inside my jeans.

Taa! Daa!

Thank God the only person around was Jabba the engineer, who was heading across the parking lot and, thankfully, is legally blind.

I did have to get creative figuring out how to get to my desk without anyone seeing them. I guess I could have just waved them around in a gesture of surrender.

In other news...

The vegetarian thing is coming along. I still haven't eaten any critter flesh, but I'm running out of ways to fix brown rice. I bought a box of Quinoa, although I don't have the foggiest damn idea what to do with it. I've seen it mentioned on most of the tree hugger vegetarian recipe sites I've visited and it's supposed to be like... uber tasty.

I keep a bag of sunflower seeds, the kind you have to suck and pop, in my desk at work. It keeps the munchies at bay, for the most part.

It's not easy being a Diabetic Vegetarian Hillbilly.


It's biker weekend in the holler. Lots of vrroom vrroom, flopping bewbies and cussing hillfolk. Sounds like a party.

We'll talk again soon. Ya'll have a good one.

Later Taters!!

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