Recent content by That Guy Named Aaron

We'll let it slide just this one time.

That many.

I believe I have met the qualifications for clicking and posting and posting and clicking. Maybe even clicking and clicking and posting and posting, too.

I hate that when that happens.

Vee haf vayz to make yoo pozt in thred, da.

Intentional reply. Time for beer.

Our company president to my department head to tell my boss to tell me that my forktruck needed painting. Sit at my desk stewing in my own juices in the hot shop or outside in the breeze with three spray cans of degreaser/cleaner and three more of spray paint. Need I tell you which one I chose?

You're right. And I haven't heard of it, either.

My all-time favorite pet story is one I cannot tell in detail, but let's just sum it up by saying my pet cat at the time didn't care for one young lady I brought home one time, and in the middle of horizontal adventures, my cat came into the room, jumped up on the bed, and swatted her. My cat...

I've been called a lot of things, but a writer isn't one of them. Maybe someday. Welcome.

No diving! You could hurt yourself. And welcome, by the way.

Hello. G'Day. Howdy. Etc.

Did you bring beer? I mean, welcome. Darn auto-correct.

Hugs gladly accepted and appreciated. Mine's a phucked-up mostly self-inflicted ordeal that someday I'll be brave enough to share with the world. But it makes great fodder for a even more screwed up slice-of-life book.

Welcome, fellow smut writer. Though it sounds like you're like me in that it's not your primary choice to write. Still, welcome.