I’ve decided that someone over at ABC is working on an anthropological study which indicates the likelihood of an individual completely disregarding any shred of a moral compass when asked to drop trou in the name of charity. Oh you’re feeling modest about being nude with nothing but a sandwich board between you and your bikini regions? THINK ABOUT THE BABY SEALS! You’re anxious about sporting a skimpy pickle pouch
The recap will be up later today as soon as my vision isn’t so cloudy. You see, I inadvertently slathered Germ Squirt in my eyes last night after the strip tease debacle. I’ve flushed with warm water, so it should be fine in a few hours. My eyes should be fine. The visions of a gyrating opera singer will eternally be seared into my brain. That can never be erased.
It’s the most wonderful time of the year. The Offshore Technology Conference is just a week away and I haven’t followed through with any of my secret plans to karate jab crazies in the throat. I call that a victory. I do have a slight concussion from banging my head on my desk over and over and over again, but I’ll survive. With that disclaimer out of the way, I