i arrived at work this morning to find that Squatter was already here. it seems that he came in half an hour earlier than i did, and that he plans on making a habit of it.

"So what's the good word, my man?" he asks me.

"eh," i reply, while thinking, now i remember why i don't have any straight male friends.

"My son did the funniest thing last night...."

nooooooooooooooooo!

i realize that i'm not the most pious person, but why send me to the 7th Circle of Hell before i die?