That's wrecked, that's ruined ...

Well, it seems the annoying blanket ass Indian found this blog. I hadn't told the idiots my esteemed colleagues about F & G so I could say any fucking thing I please nice things about the people I work with and they wouldn't know what I really think about them I wouldn't embarrass them. I said nice things about the little tramp Samantha, and the old dinosaur Harry over the years and I hope they don't think I'm getting maudlin. I even said nice things about that batshit crazy nitwit PDB, something I certainly wouldn't want him to know. Now that's all out the window. Now I'll never hear the end of it from those assholes my cohorts, all happy to know that I don't really give a fuck how close I feel to them.

Heh ...