Whoa! Whoa!

Okay, there should have been a post for yesterday. I don't know why it didn't appear, it was one of those audio posts because I knew I wouldn't be in until late, and the problem was on their part. And yet, being the sort of man I am, the Octuple 'P' Promise is still in effect. Why? Well, part of it has to do with my overdeveloped sense of moral character, but moreso because I don't think there's anyone reading this website that I wouldn't mind talking to on the phone. I suppose we could put my stalkers, Amber and Nicole, in the 'questionable' category: for all I know they have reedy and unpleasant voices. But then, would either one want to give me her phone number, as opposed to someone whose phone number I already have, and who have grown accustomed to my late night obscene phone calls. Do you really want to risk that, ladies? Things can get pretty obscene... I ain't no gentleman.

I suppose I can take it as consolation that I hadn't really had anything of import to say before; it would have been a waste of your time and bandwidth. Now I feel better about myself.