


God knows we would never advocate drinking on the job. (God's already shown us the results of that endeavor.) However, you could easily use this as a good place to stash your weed and 'ludes at the office.



I don't need no stinking Burning Man to have a heat wave. It's been in the high 90's all week here in Maryland. Sunday it was 100 degrees and I thought I would burst into flames. The only reason I did not catch fire was the fact that by mearly standing in the shade, my elbows and kneecaps were soaked in sweat. My t-shirt weighed twenty pounds and was soaking wet, preventing any flames of fire from catching.
Thats it....if Rick can make a trip back to the cave after 31 years, so can I. When I go, I'll have to bring a milk-crate, macrame wall hanging and a ceramic bong to re-create this photo. Sorry for the re-post, it's just that we're awfully fond of caves.....