I just replaced the five-gallon water bottle on the cooler at work that was empty before I got there. During the process, the bottle slipped and crushed my right index finger, making me bleed my own blood. Nevertheless, I refused to surrender to my aqueous adversary and completed the dangerous operation with minimal further casualties. Was it worth it? Someone else would have surely replaced the bottle eventually, and I could have been spared this grievous injury. Fortunately for humanity, my kind and generous nature is irresistable. I've been informed that my Purple Heart is in the mail.



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