The Spider is Getting Some – Right Now!

Last we left off, my coworker “Spiderman” found someone to whom he could pimp his spider out for a long weekend in Dallas, was requesting transportation to Dallas for his horny male spider.

You new folks may still not realize I do not make this stuff up. Hang around a while and you’ll see little corners of the world you did not know, or perhaps ever wanted to know, existed. You’re welcome. I consider this a service in line with Public Service Announcements.

Back to the pimpin out of one of Spiderman’s numerous (30+ and growing) spiders.

We may rejoice! The spider is getting laid. The ride for the horny spider to spend a long weekend with a female of the same species has finally taken place.

As I mentioned in a previous post, Spiderman was quickly able to find a nearby mate for his spider through Facebook. Facebook is the place to hook your spider up for a weekend away with other spiders.

Mark Zuckerberg must be proud. When he helped create Facebook, he was probably thinking it would be a great arena for humans to hook up. Little did he know…

Update on the Breaking Bad Office Trailer

(If you have no idea what I’m talking about, read: Tales From the Office: It’s An Episode of Breaking Bad.)

It seems the guys were finally able to make the chemicals the right shade of light blue. Yay? I did not need to don my HAZMAT suit. Actually, I didn’t have one with me, so I left for the day. The smell of the chemicals was too much.

When I returned the next day, the equipment was gone and the office was back to normal… Well, as normal as any office trailer that makes blue chemicals in the middle of nowhere, with pet spiders, raccoons, and bugs, can be. (Wow, I can’t believe I work there, either.)

Ok, I’ll end the suspense… they do environmental testing. It’s not nearly as exciting as making meth. Or so I’ve been told.

Tales From the RV Park

At the end of my last post I hinted about an upcoming move in an effort to be near the Breaking Bad office. I’ve moved to a nice new RV park. It has a pool, a few sites, and only a handful of residents at the moment. It’s in a smaller town then any I’ve lived in before. I know, I didn’t think it was possible to find an even smaller town, either.

In fact, it may be the smallest town on the planet. Apparently, not everything in Texas is big. But the pizza is good. In fact, I think pizza is the ONLY thing in this town, besides a few cows and a donkey. I may have to call the town Pizzaville.

A old friend, neighbor, and reader who also lives at the new park politely implored that I not write about it. He followed the polite request with a threat of bodily injury should I renege. He considers the folks there family (and I can see why, they are a good group of people). Based on his request (and none-to-subtle threat of bodily injury), I have agreed not to write anything negative about the park or the residents. Except maybe him. (Just kidding, you know who. I like my parts right where they are, thankyouverymuch.)

So, unless something funny and nice happens there, episodes of TFRVP may be less frequent than usual. Of course, I am still in contact with the folks at the park in Cow-Chicken-Oil Town, and hear regularly from past RV park neighbors. Should anything blog-worthy come from those associations, I will certainly tell y’all about it.