Global Grind


I managed to escape New York City before Hercules unleashed his cold snowy grip on the Big Apple.

So as I write this I am not sipping hot cocoa in a sweater and mittens, but I am writing this overlooking the Hollywood Hills considering going outside in my camo shorts to eat Roscoe’s Chicken and Waffles after I try to get one of my Los Angeles friends to score some medical weed. I don’t smoke but New Year, new me right?

But as I search the Facebook Status updates and my twitter timeline I am just seeing a bunch of miserable people complaining about how managers, who look like Deebo, are still asking them to come into work, and how it’s colder than the Abominable Snowman’s armpit hairs.

Hey I am not trying to judge the people effected by Hercules if I was back home I would be covered in…

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