So it took me at least two hours to get Rihanna up, and I practically forced these Coco bikini pics into the site using a crowbar because apparently our database has “corrupt tables,” and I can’t even tell you who the hell’s bribing them. Couple that with a distinct lack of Photo Boy, and I’m taking a mental health day before I’m outside Hilary Duff‘s house again disguised as a trash can.
If she’d just wear this dress I made with my pub- Anyway, a special thanks to the criminally understaffed product team who’s been putting out no less than eight million fires across the company this week. You guys (and gal) somehow keep our sites running and could use some more co-workers instead of Directors of Sticky Widgets or whatever bullshit positions somebody came up with for cachet. Fingers crossed we’ll start heading in that direction. In the meantime, enjoy Coco whose epic struggle to stay on an inflatable raft is the perfect metaphor for me trying to publishing anything today.
See you after the holiday, and follow us on Facebook or Twitter (below) where I’m sure I’ll be bitching about something all weekend. I have no life.
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