You Just Can't Get Good Help These Days

Big Llama Yips! go out to our pal Gordon the Cranky Neo-Con on his new job offer. That's great in and of itself, but I also just couldn't resist sharing with you this comment left at Gordo's by the never-dissappointing INDCent Bill:

You weren't hired to stroll around Robbo's garden wearing nothing but a tray of single malt scotch tumblers and matching gold lamé bowtie and french-cut speedos, were you?

Because trust me, it's not worth it, no matter what payment he promises you in return.

If ever a remark deserved a p-shopping, it's this one. The imagination boggles.

Oh, and the position is still open, just in case anybody is interested.