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Monday, July 24, 2006
Watering the Plants for the Last Time Today, I finished off my first-ever bottle of Tabasco sauce. Where once I was a mere weak mortal, I now stand tall in the pantheon of manly men. It took me two weeks, but I quaffed 50mL of the vile mixture down, mostly in my morning bacon and eggs. Mmm... Spicy bacon and eggs.  The next mountain to conquer: Frank's RedHot sauce. I don't know if it's going to be as good as the Tabasco, but I'm determined to finish it off in the same amount of time.  No, I don't really think I'm hot shit (my turds, however...). I have a long way to go to catch up with my friend Shirley, who has practically eaten all manners of spicy, capsicum-based products since her time in the womb. She could probably slam back that RedHot as though it were a bottle of refreshing Dasani. No, not this Shirley, but another Shirley. Two Shirleys in one world... Who would've thunk it? And much like my beloved bottle of Tabasco, I too have served my useful purpose and am the latest victim of corporate downsizing. Since the old ball-and-chain is back in town, my contractual obligations are fulfilled and I have been released. I was not offered a new multi-year contract with a no-trade clause. Pfft. People nowadays have no loyalty... It's all about business. Well, good riddance! This well was getting boring anyways. Time to climb out and see what I've missed in these past few weeks. :) --Brian |
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