Sep 05 2001
The Rufus Report
Imagine a dog.
Imagine a dog licking its balls.
Some days you are the balls. And some days you are the dog.
Today I’m the dog. Today licks balls.
Took one lousy day off work, and have already spent four and a half hours straightening things out after the shitstorm left on my desk by the guy covering me. Fuck. This jerk-off couldn’t find his asshole if he walked into a sideshow house of mirrors naked. This whole place sucks. Man, we have got to win the lottery.
-Rufus
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