My story:
I was on a project in South Florida. The project manager (and long-time friend) offered his home to any team member that wanted to join to watch the election returns.
It was a joyous celebration!
My story:
I was on a project in South Florida. The project manager (and long-time friend) offered his home to any team member that wanted to join to watch the election returns.
It was a joyous celebration!
Thank goodness I havenāt become too jaded to tear-up reading your thoughtful (and needful) words. On a lighter note, I wonder if Obama has an AARP card?
The good ol days
āPirro loves her lickaā¦ā
I enlarged Barronās head to 110% vertically and it looks more normal, so Iām guessing heās Of Another Photo. Plus, heās the only one not looking right at the camera, heās looking way left.
Imagine being a loyal sycophant to a pathetic old man with dementia who regularly shits his pants and then having him publicly humiliate and fire you because all of the other sycophants around him are too scared to correct the fantasy version of ārealityā that you helped to create in the first place. LMAOOOOOOOOO!
Couldnāt happen to a nicer wino