Tuff day at work, today.
But, you know, when the going gets tuff at work and i'm moving here and lifting that, and toting this and pulling that and reaching for this and hefting that and pushing this and hoisting that and pounding this and sweating and wondering how i'm ever going to do it and finish it all, I just think of how hard Maryjane or Nick works, and it SO pisses me off that I was thinking of defeat, that it gets my ire up to the point that I check my package, grab a pair, and double my efforts, superman style.
So when they find me dead at work with my boots full of blood, sweat & tears, you'll know exactly how it happened & who caused it.
I don't know wether to thank them or despise them their work ethic.
It's killin' me keepin' up.
But I ain't gonna' be caught slippin', not as long as the old-school hounds are nippin' at my heals!

[This message has been edited by Boondawg (edited 05-26-2011).]