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But, as good as it is, every boondoggle of
an agricultural attache a trade-agreement negotiator a spy an American businessman must eventually end. Let me just say that there were no hookers, no blown tires, and only a few moments' rest.
Of course, I could have just remained behind in our facility here in Beltsville working on a report that's overdue. You'll never know.
Hey, fuck it; it's the Internet! You don't know that anything on here is true, do you?
Anyway, I am coming back soon, and I need you to tell me where I should finally turn my attention once I get back into full-on blogging: report card on the Obama Administration? Impressions of Congress? Predictions about the future of the two major political parties? Naked breasts on some little-known starlet of the 1960s?
My thoughts on the Beatles?
You had better tell me, people