Holdin' Down the Fort

Harms and I spent the first part of the morning enjoying kolaches in Tyler's office. He had a stack of ones from his moonlighting gig at Hunk-O-Mania. He offered to buy if we drove. Hells yes! After kolache time, we ventured upstairs, gave Chuckie B. suck-its and visited with Bearkat. Bearkat was in full on professional mode, so we said Peace Out and went back to Special Ops.

I kicked off the All Request Hour with Rick Astley's Never Gonna Give You Up. After spinnin' some tunes, we started a contest to see who could drink the most water without going to the bathroom. That lasted for about 10 minutes before Harms decided to go home.

So, here I am alone holding down the fort in Special Ops. Parkie is schmoozing and boozing somewhere with clients. Harms went home sick, and I am sad. We are like Tonto and The Lone Ranger…although neither one of us really resembles an Indian. Well, maybe I do. Perhaps we are more like Crockett and Tubbs. They had a bitchin’ sense of style and they meant business. We don't carry guns, but we are armed with our awesomeness. Not to mention Harms has a fierce Buffalo Stance. I would not want to run into her in a dark alley.