Need a Personal Day, Boss:
So, yeah, wow, shit, that day sort of fucked off quickly.
Halfway through a post on anal probing in New Mexico, the Rude Pundit was called away on a rescue mission. "Suit up...for reals," said the voice on telecom. "And gas up the Rudeplane."
Maybe a late nighter, if we're feelin' frisky. If not, many happy returns tomorrow.
