yeah, i got moved out of the luxurious little steel trailer and back into my b(utt) hut. my coworkers were singing “in the ghetto” as i moved. most of us are over here anyway.
at least it’s not 0 degrees anymore.
yeah, i finally got my internet transferred over here. it’s amazing what a little tip does for an indian laborer.
so i’m hitting on this tall skinny girl at work. she’s around oh, 18? destined for failure i know….. but hopefully….. heh!
and now, i will trek across the nasty water to the shower trailers prior to my fine dining at the viper chow hall. i bet they have chicken!
Lo siento mucho, y bueno suerte!! Dad
I’m willing to bet that your food is better than ours.
18. Could be your daughter. Nice thought, huh?
john, the chow hall here is a slight amount better than a high school cafeteria. holidays are usually pretty good. but normal days? it’s about hs.
same here.