If you don't go in then someone else will do your work, screw it up and you'll have even more to do tomorrow.

On preview: I don't think I'm very good at this.

Should you not do your work and spend all of your time surfing the interconnected network, you'll end up a do-nothing man, living in a trash can by the side of the street. You'll get addicted to cheap drugs cut with substances of unknown provenance, resulting in hair loss, impotence and the inability to wash yourself. Your liver will shut down, preventing you from drinking the alcohol you love so much. Your kids will see you on the street and, if they recognize you, will pretend they don't know you because you ruined a big part of their lives. When you finally end up in the morgue, they won't have seen a case as bad as yours since Charlie Parker's body was mistaken for that of a 60 year old man. Your only testament will be online ephemera which will slowly dissipate with time as accounts are closed and memories fade. Within two years no one will remember who you were or what you looked like. All because you procrastinated.

These talks aren't very peppy.

Hee!

Screw work. We'll meet in Baltimore for a beer. 1pm?

pode wins! Later, suckers.

Look, boy, it's not about you. What about... the herring? Uh, yeah! The herring! If they can't count on you then it's all over. Nobody else is gonna do it. So you're gonna have to step up to the next level, son, and give 110%, and execute. Because them fishies're counting on you.

Now get in there and win one for the kipper.

Also, guess who's in first place (finally) in the Metachat fantasy football league? That's right.

I'm reading through my old judgments file to put off the evil day when I'll have to deal with the huge file on my desk which involves discretionary trusts, life settlements, inheritance tax and capital gains tax. Just shoot me now. (Or give me a nice juicy fraud case as a reward please.)

Screw work. We'll meet in Baltimore for a beer. 1pm?

On the tiny chance you're serious, can I get in on this?

Go mikey, go mikey, go mikey go!

*does ickey shuffle*

I'm still at work, dano. Fucking geography.

You fuck geography for a living? what are the hours?

I'm still at work

I fail to see how that's relevant. The time for procrastination is over.

You can do it, mike9322!
You can do it, mike9322!
Here we are now, motivating you!
Fuck geography, also metrical verse!

dano, if only. I have been known to take off to places spontaneously, but today I gotta do surgery this afternoon. And that doesn't travel so well.

I gotta do surgery this afternoon

That rat can get those breast implants another time. Dano needs a beer.

UPDATE: Um. Yeah.