The Big Daddy works with a guy named Joe. He lent his car to The BD recently when he had to go to a meeting and couldn’t get there by way of bike. When I protested this plan, Joe told him to tell me to chillax, and if I had a problem with it to write about it on my blog. I think I just did.
Anyhow, at the Annual Christmas Party, Joe told me he knows exactly what this blog needs to up the daily hits and make me a contender in the Big Bad Blog World.
Nudity.
Geez, that Joe has come to the the rescue of me and The Big Daddy a lot lately. It’s like he’s a Superhero. Or something.
