I'm out unless someone wants to go to my house, let Ace out, and pick up his turd.

Any takers today?

I will be at lunch and will not be laced with performance enhancing drugs like that schmuck Floyd Landis.

Hit me with your best lunch. Fire Away.

I'm out. I'm a loser baby ...

mmmmmmmm lunch

Lunch? Oh yeah! But I'm only in it to win it.

i will not be at lunch today, in part because i have to leave work early, but mainly because i am a douche bag.

The blog finally let me on! Lunch is mine!

Axe is out. It is going to be a slim week for me as Ace's midday pee and poop party is my responsibility. That is my pee and poop contribution for the week.

Hey everybody, I was down for the count for a few days last week. Sorry that I missed you all! But I'm almost fully back in the lunch action. I may have to miss again tomorrow (Tuesday) for a business related meeting but after that I believe that everything is cool. So how in the heck are ya?? We'll try to catch up tomorrow if possible, or if not then Wednesday.

Due to Dianna's birthday today and Rob's tomorrow, I will not be eating lunch today. I apologize for any inconvenience or undue stress this may cause any of you. I hope to be back tomorrow, so you're about 13 days late on your 2-week notices.

Axe is back.

Y'all are slack-i-lackin'. No posts yet? None yesterday? Not even for old time's sake? Anyway, I'm expecting your full efforts today at lunch. I suppose we'll be inside though, due to the heat.

Michael and I are out for today and tomorrow.

It is Tuesday and I will be at lunch today. Anybody else in?

So uh.... lunch? Anyone? Cuz it would be cool to see y'all. Well, most of you. :)

So there I was, smothered in motor oil, strapped to the headboard. I tried to scream out, but my attempts were thwarted by one little word. It began as a whisper, barely audible over the hum of the fan blades. It gained intensity and momentum as though it were an '89 Cutlass Sierra left in neutral on a gradual incline. Finally it poured from my mouth in a desperate attempt to escape. "LUNCH!" I screamed. In the blink of the eye, I was gone, nothing but bruises of a belt on my wrists and the bitter taste of fuel in my mouth, enjoying a bologna sandwich with my tormentor. His name was Axe.

Axe in, Brumm out.

I'm not going to be the first to post today, no matter what!