I have been wandering around this Acropolis for a while
now and yesterday I got an email from the proprietor.
Are you game? It’s okay to say no, but
I think you would be a fun, very irreverent
addition.
My response was: What I think- Wow. Of course I would love to contribute to BHB.
It’s like being asked to join the Delta Force middle aged, overweight and not being able to shoot straight.
I consider it a huge honor. Let me know what your publishing requirements are.
So, how did this happen? As any chubby chumley knows, the way to get past the bouncer
is to have a smoking hot chick with you. Now, I know that Greg is head over heels in love with
Cathleen, so the short skirt ploy is probably out.
I come with a hot chick in a fur coat.
Hot Chick in Fur Coat
Once I made it past the bouncer, like any job you have to pass the security check. Believe me, these guys are tough. Greg should consider contracting with Homeland Security. No underpants bombers here!
More secure than the TSA
So here I am, still wandering around in a daze. Thank you for inviting me, Greg. I hope that I can add something to this discussion that is worthy of my illustrious colleagues to the right.
Teri Lussier says:
‘Bout time. 🙂
Welcome, Thomas! Looking forward to reading your take on the state of real estate.
Oh, and, cute dog!
January 13, 2010 — 1:33 pm
Brad Coy says:
I second that ‘Bout time 🙂
Looking forward to your wit and wisdom sir. Welcome!
January 13, 2010 — 5:25 pm
Brian Brady says:
How perfect. Welcome to BHB, Tom
January 13, 2010 — 6:25 pm
Don Reedy says:
Tom, I think my dog snuck me past the bouncer as well. This is a great dog run, with some of the finest pooper scoopers you’ll ever run with.
Welcome, and enjoy the fire hydrants.
January 13, 2010 — 8:35 pm