and so are the days of our lives...

Our posse is in full effect today. All members are present and accounted for. Parkie made a cameo this morning and he looked dapper. Harms and I busted our humps to get our work done early so we could spend the remainder of the day being worshipped without interruption. So far, so good. After lunch we enjoyed a little retail therapy and then headed back to the office where we were greeted with applause and gifts.

We ventured up to the tenth floor where we ran into Chuckie B. He asked us to smell him, and he did not smell like wet dog. We moseyed on down the hall to Bearkat's desk where Harms stole her Nutter Butter. I'm glad Bearkat did not shank her. We chatted about anything and nothing at all. We tried to convince her to chop off her mane, but she was c-c-cold as ice. Rejected!

The coolness on the tenth floor is limited, so we headed back to Special Ops. We made a pit stop at Cary's desk where we found him erecting a rocket ship. The nerd talk was beyond us, so we busted a U-ie. Back at home base, Tyler came over to discuss his low threshold for pain. He donated blood. It's the ol' stripper with a heart of gold act.

The day is almost over and like sands through the hourglass, so are the days of our lives...