Might have just blown my Twitter cover, professionally.
This could get interesting.
You see: Professionally nobody gives a damn if I hate Wilford Brimleys moustachioed face, or Paul Watson’s pasty, sloppy jowels. Forget that Patrick Cox is not a tax master, but an assmaster or my idea that AllState insurance plays commercials offering to pay you dividens for not getting into accidents when really they have henchmen in the streets that will T bone you, just to save the money. Lets not even get started about insurance companys: I hate Flo from progressive. HATE. I realize that good things can come from Twitter, but its just not as productive that way. Professionally however: it pays to keep lives separate.
Soon I will turn this ninja station back on for regular broadcast and there will be pictures, jumbled thoughts and remnants of things laying around recklessly, the offal of one month relative silence. You have been warned.
Hey look, its a guy in a suit!