I'm mostly going be pulling my sausage.I'm great and I'm going to tell myself how great I am, all weekend. I'm going to a dinner party on Saturday, another opportunity to tell seven captives how great I am, and to belittle their sorry little 'I like the Public Sector' lives. They'll envy me with my new shoes and Porsche Cayman (I don't like the 911, I COULD afford it if I liked it...) outside.My pretty (if a little dull) girlfriend will also tell them how great I am, blind devotion is hugely underestimated.You all look at me and see the man you wish to be. Go on, admit it.
