I’m to lazy to look and see what percentage of posts Harvey is included in in my new little blog venture, but I know its way to fucking many.

I came back from lunch today, I’d left my checkbook sitting on my desk, and whadayah know… Harvey decided to write himself a check out of my checkbook as my going away present to himself.

I dunno why he made it out for 5,000 dollars. I would have made it out for way more. Maybe he’s trying to tell me he thinks I’m to poor or something, like my check would bounce, cause I haven’t sold any stupid skiing websites recently, or not so recently. Whatever, eat me. Your Ferrari is gay. At least now all five people that read this blog will finally see what a hoser you really are!