Sprogs is british for babies.
I am not here, I went up north, back in time to 1435 or something, land of trees and things made out of trees. I won't be here tomorrow, so I have pre-taped tomorrow's entry, perhaps I will have enough access to put it up.
Otherwise please use the time to confess to all kinds of sin.
There are 6 messages for this day.
|<Mort> My first confession is failing prey of the sin of no internet connection last night.|
|<Kumiho> My confession is that I blew my last interveiw because I really didn't want to sell insurance for a living.|
|<mypalmike> "So why do you want to work for Mutual Farm Life Insurance?"|
"Hmm. Come to think of it, I don't."
|<TheGalNextDoor> Forgive me Father Mort for I have sinned. I have finally submitted my first entry into a disgusting little site that I was but a lurker on. Now, I fear I will fall deeper and deeper into their web.|
|<Mort> Just post 44,444 more times to be forgiven.|
|<Kumiho> ah, so that's the 44,443 comment.|