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I hope you love this picture I’m posting of Wednesgod (above). Pretty kickass right?
I’ve been getting lots of submissions, but they’re a little hard to find.
I lose track of them.
I’m only human, you know.
Flesh and blood, I’m made.
Actually, Wednesday is going to be a tough one for Tina and I. Our day starts early (on site at 8 a.m.) and we’re pulling a 12-hour plus. We have to drop our dogger at daycare on the way, and one of us must leave early to pick her up so we don’t board her overnight.
Sure, sure. You do this all the time. You pull 12- to 14-hour shifts three times a week.
Big fucking whoop.
You and your 1-ounce pencil.
Cry me a river with your measly fucking pencil.
I schlepp more pounds than you pickup in three weeks.
I’ve only scheduled a couple posts today. Don’t get pissed. There’s a Wednesdog scheduled at some point. I forget when.