Thursday, August 25, 2016

G-rated swore at a locked door

I was alone at home and found I had the wrong key when I got to the door. 

“BISCUITS!” I yelled when I discovered my mistake.


I guess that means hills are alive with the sound of G-rated cursing: “Biscuits! Biscuits! Biscuits! Biscuits!...

When it happened I emailed former team mates to let them know even alone I was still set to "G" and got a thanks email back. Those guys rawk and I miss them already.

(Fist held aloft for comrade former colleagues)

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