THE WEASEL STRIKES BACK, LARGE AND IN CHARGE PART DEUX, THERE'S SOMETHING ABOUT...

For tonight's post, we have an homage to sequels (two bad, and one really good).



THE WEASEL STRIKES BACK: Aside from the obvious reference to Star Wars, THE WEASEL is in many ways like Darth Vader. THE WEASEL is a master of "the force". In HELL, the force is what is known as "information". Today, THE WEASEL proved herself to be the rodent we all knew and expected.



It all started yesterday. BINGO BETTY made the unfortunate choice to be honest in HELL. Big mistake, BINGO BETTY.

DON BOY is still out on vacation. BINGO BETTY has been hinting that she wants to take some time off for the summer because her son is home from school. HELL is actually very slow (quite the norm for what I hear from my friends) just like the rest of the economy. So instead of just calling in sick, BINGO BETTY asks for permission to take an unpaid day off to do some housework. She is flatly denied with the statement that "her work is never done". So, BINGO BETTY decides to call in sick today.

Normally, this wouldn't be too much of a big deal. She would just be out, nobody could really push her on the issue. They don't ask for doctor's notes (yet). So, she would just use one of her sick days.

Well, this was not good enough for THE WEASEL. When questioned about BINGO BETTY's whereabouts, THE WEASEL spilled the beans. All of the beans. She threw BINGO BETTY under the bus faster than she can yell "Bingo!"

The obvious lesson is that no matter how close you think you are, THE WEASEL's first obligation is to HELL and DON BOY. She has loyalty only to them. Friendship doesn't mean a thing to her. You are not her friend, although she will make you believe she is as close as any family member. She is the most dangerous of all types because she actually believes she is doing the right thing. *I am now accepting suggestions for methods of how to kill off THE WEASEL. She is a pest, a rodent. She must be terminated.* PLEASE REPLY BY COMMENT OR E-MAIL. I WILL POST THE WINNING SUGGESTION.

LARGE AND IN CHARGE - PART DEUX
FAT GODZILLA still is in her glory. She is in charge of everyone and everything while DON BOY is away. Today she decided to have a heart-to-heart with me and THE DOMINATRIX. She tried to play on our emotions. Trying to come closer to our hearts by tugging hard on the strings. I am not going to say what she did, other than to say that she has no clue. In life, with family, friends, clients, professionally, unprofessionally. She is completely clueless. THE DOMINATRIX called her "Glinda, the good witch". I agree with the sentiment, accept I would change the name to "Lardo, the pscyho bitch". Thankfully, tomorrow is Friday. I am really starting to consider the comment one reader posted about taking over the office. I may do so by force. Kind of like we did in Iraq. We wanted oil fields so badly, and now gas if $4.30 per gallon. Thanks a lot Dubya. Oh, and Dubya, have you met FAT GODZILLA, she thinks she's in charge too.

THERE'S SOMETHING ABOUT... THE BRONX BOMBSHELL
Now that we've gone over the two bad sequels, it's time to talk about the one good one.

It's been about one year now since she left, but she has played such an important part in my life, and in the lives of many others in HELL (i.e. THE DOMINATRIX), I am now going to introduce the first character who does not reside in HELL any longer. May I present to you, THE BRONX BOMBSHELL (a.k.a. The One That Got Away).

Tonight, THE DOMINATRIX and I went to dinner with THE BRONX BOMBSHELL. What a treat and a delight! We had so much fun. At one point, we were all crying so hard and laughing out loud, I though the waiter was going to ask us to leave. It was so nice to reminisce with someone who has escaped. It gave us hope. It made us realize that we are not stuck in these situations. We do choose them for our own very personal reasons. But we are not forced to be there. We can leave. We will leave.

We shared stories about our families. We told her all about HELL, and how it is worse than ever. She told us about her new found happiness living in THE BRONX of all places. Why anyone would ever want to live there, I'll never know. At least she doesn't have to commute.

We told her about how we are dying inside with every breath in HELL. She told us to use these feelings to overpower the masses. She inspired me to destroy HELL. She told us about how she too used to fantasize about DON BOY's death. Her imagination is quite impressive. At least I hope it is her imagination?!?

Mostly, it was really great to spend time with my friends. There aren't many people I consider my friends. I have no attorney friends in HELL. Isn't that an oxymoron?

I miss THE BRONX BOMBSHELL, but hopefully now I will get to see her more often. I know THE DOMINATRIX feels the same. I know many of you may be asking if I am a pimp. Yes, I have THE BRONX BOMBSHELL and THE DOMINATRIX. But they do not work for me. They work with me. They are my friends. Until I kill them in their sleep. Not really. Or maybe really. Is this fact or is this fiction?

QUOTE FOR THE DAY: "Remember those people you see on your way up. You won't see them on the way down if you step on them hard enough. " -John Doe, Esq.