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When last we were together, I was regaling you with tales from the past;

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This also begs the question “and where are my pants?”

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Hi peeps,

Why, it was just last week when I promised a post chock-full of the vim and vigor you’ve come to expect from my two calloused index fingers.

But then this happened and the time that would have otherwise been spent during the late hours of last evening were spent filling orders for the Chuey fund.

The short version is MPLS nearly killed me, I haven’t eaten in over twenty four hours, barely slept in twice that, and I think I parted ways with my phone right about here;

But fret not mon frères- I’m gonna have a post written at some point really soon, and when I do, throw your panties in the garbage ’cause you’re not gonna be needing ’em anyway.