Regardless of the fact that these days I’m not ‘punching a clock’ as it were, it still doesn’t mean that I’m not whole heartedly appreciative of weekends, and most especially weekends that are chock full of awesomeinity.
Step one- Listen to the lyrics.
Step two- Question whether or not it’s a joke.
Step three- Just to be safe, sacrifice a virgin and then move to Holland.
My boys at Stroker Ace came through in a big way and got my newest t-shirt to me just in time for a religious holiday;
Kablooie.
*Eventually.
Pamela has just finished her 2010 Ladies of the dfL calander, though knowing the dfL, we’re not guaranteed that all of the ladies are in fact ladies.
Email Pamela if you’d like to get yer paws on one. ppalma@pamelapalma.com
Regardless of the fact that I don’t have a traditional 9 to 5 these days, I still have a twinkle of joy in my heart when Friday rolls around. It might just be because I feel as though we, as a collective consciousness heave a big sigh of relief in unison, and get on with what free time THE MAN allows.
