by Lee Herold on Wed Oct 04, 2000 12:16 am
I already died, because my job is so boring that it makes the daily routine of your average tree look like the movie <I>Speed</I>. When the message boards are busy like they were yesterday, I'm happier than the American hostages were when they were released from Iran back in the 80s. But when they're slow like today, I'm more frustrated than a nymphomaniac in a convent. And believe me, I'm married, so I know what it's like to go without sex. Sometimes the only way I can remember I've ever had sex <I>at all</I> is because there are 2 little kids running around the house that look like me. I always know when I'm about to get to have sex again though, when I see the 17-year cicadae burrowing out of their hibernation.<p>[This message has been edited by Lee Herold (edited 10-04-2000).]