Twenty-Five.

Twenty-Five.

Today, yours truly hits the quarter-century mark.

If you worked where I work, you’d be enjoying complimentary bagels with assorted cream cheeses, on me. Just one of the many perks of knowing the CDP as a casual acquaintance.

Please direct all well-wishes and ass-kissery to the comments section. I deserve it.

Please send all private messages and erotic photos to communistdance@yahoo.com. Again, I deserve it.

I took Friday off, my folks are visiting Saturday and the Super Bowl is Sunday. This means that we’ll talk again on Monday.