Dog days.
What the hell. I thought I put that sucker out to the curb. Is that the same one, or another, identical one? Hey… same to you, Lincoln! Jeezus. Why are you so bad tempered?
Man, I’ll tell you - tempers run short here at the abandoned Cheney Hammer Mill in the middle of July. All this [...]
Dropping stuff.
Marvin (my personal robot assistant) has mustered a small army of robots to do his bidding. (And me to help.)