Yeah, that's some exciting lunch right there. All "organic" and "natural"... ugh...
I no longer have an interest in guns. I was a gun nut, and guns are fun... they're great if someone breaks into your home. If a person tries to rob you or threaten bodily injury, a gun will stop them.
I have determined that the sword is superior. Yeah a gun will stop a person from hurting you, but what if it were a vampire, werewolf, or even highlander? A gun isn't doin' shit then, is it? Counterpoint that, NRA... ball is in your court. I suppose it would have to be made of silver though... which sucks against a human in a sword fight, but humans don't carry swords... except for me.
I received an appointment in Outlook today. That's one of the joys of working at a Dairy Farm that has a desktop terminal in every stall and you're expected to check your email while you're getting your milk on. The appointment was entitled "Supervisor Conversation," as I applied to be KING OF COWS in my corral. I'm assuming that since it doesn't say interview it is a circle jerk meeting.
I found a Quest bar in my lunch box... don't know where it came from, don't care.
I'm hearing from some hard motherfuckers that Frozen is awesome. No one has had anything bad to say, and some of the ex-military around the farm are dick riding this movie. People who have things like a confirmed kill count. I might have to watch this thing... and I thought I had let it go.
UPDATE: Don't know if I mentioned it before, but that turtle from a prior blog... its clip art, I don't know if you can use clip art as a company mascot... I suppose its something to bring up after legal goes through the process of naming it and trademarking it. That's how I rustle.
Guh.... time to milk some teats.
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