Ron's Brain

Yesterday a goose was flying around at the office, landing on windowsills at the third story. I think it was trying to submit its TPS reports on time. If he missed the deadline again he would be fired. And to a goose that usually involves a spit.

I'm watching I Love The Eighties Part Twenty-Seven ('89). I remember all that shit. I should be on that show, talking about my childhood, which I spent playing D&D and writing games on an Atari 1200XL. So much to offer have I.

Wassup wi'choo?