what i feel like goddamn writing

So I need work to fill in between projects, and seeing as how no manager alive that hire a hairy viking, I had to shave my magnificent beard and long, manly locks.

Then I traded my armor, helmet and battle axe for a suit and tie.

It was a sad day indeed.

The job is mine (much like any conquest, just ask the French).  For the first time in my life, I got a cubicle and a “hang in there baby” poster.  I don’t know what to think.  Happy, but cautious. 

The only thing that I can do to stay a strong, manly warrior is to fuck every woman in the office.