The Hell's Angels are meeting in the office. About a dozen of them got into a barfight and one of the office lawyers knows a couple of them. This morning they trooped in, huge, strangely bearded and pierced, half of them in their fifties, followed by their women who all sported barbed wire armband tattooes and looked somewhat the worse for wear.
I have already been called "darlin'" and "honey," hovered over protectively, and solicited for my email address.
At least they're moving with the times.
Friday, May 29, 2009
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