Well, now that I think of it…that grandma DID seem to still have all her teeth.

(Can’t afford to be picky, here).

Your CDs are proof that not all the nukes get locked up at night. I know, I’ve seen the videos. Surely they wouldn’t make it past the border, hehe!

Later…

Someday we’ll make the trek down your way, and I’ll bring along some of my CD’s… Metallica is easy listening to me what we used to play causes mutations in small animals and children…

No way baby, I’m still up – finished the draft of “zombie two”, and now watching Star Wars: Clone Wars (there be pirates in these here waters… arrrrr….)

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-Brett

Brett Legree’s last blog post…viking fridays – never lift your eyes.

Welcome, and thank you for an inspiring post!

(Any idea where my comments are going at your site?)

Steph,

These Widget Factories have gotten a lot more controlling since my widgetmaking days. But in their defense (?), I suppose there are a lot more ways to abuse them than there once were.

And not everybody is as honest as Colin, Panther, Brett, and Friar, who only want to enhance their knowledge for the good of the company on their breaks. Hehehe.

There could be a serious post hiding in that, but… nah.

Panther,

I apologize. I am such an instigator!

Friar,

I heard it’s tough to get a date in Splat Creek. You should go back. What does age matter when a lady saves a plastic bottle in your honor?

Brett,

I dunno, how many times can you hear Enter Sandman without getting bored?

Oh, oh, I’m instigating…

Hopefully you’re all in bed.

Until later,

Kelly

I helped a fellow DJ when I was at McMaster. But it was the Midnight Metal Show on Fridays, so it was never boring for us. The beer helped, too…

-Brett

Brett Legree’s last blog post…things i learned from sharkboy and lavagirl.

Chris Houchens’s last blog post…muscle shoals has got the swampers

I’ll look at that link later. Right now, I just want to hang out here. So there.

-Brett

Brett Legree’s last blog post…things i learned from sharkboy and lavagirl.

On my vacation, I got to realize that not ALL small towns have crappy customer service like Splat Creek.

In Wawa, I was the only one in the restaurant at 6;00 AM, and the waitress sat down and chatted with me the whole meal, like I was a long lost friend.

(Compared to here, where I’ve been going to the same restaurant for THREE YEARS and nobody will talk to you).

When I left, I had forgotten a plastic bottle (which had fallen out of my knapsack).

A week later, after my fishing trip, I was back in the same restaurant.

They gave me back my bottle, (which they had saved). “We knew you would be coming back”, she told me.

Wow….I was speechless.

Splat Creek can learn a lot from Wawa.

PS. Before all you ladies swoon and make comments about the waitress coming onto me…she was old enough to be my Mom!

Friar’s last blog post…The Parking Nazi

Urban Panther’s last blog post…Food, friends, and life lessons

Over to check out your link!

steph’s last blog post…Finding Your Voice – And Sticking with It