getting a ten day pass from your employer to come home, hug the wife, kiss the dog, take a shower in your own fucking bathroom, get caught up on all the shit that has piled up in your abscence, fix most of everyone elses shit, get a surprise $1,000 tax free bonus to spend on teh wifey, give your retiring boss a 750ml bottle of the best whisky he has ever slung down, get yer fucking lawn mowed, detail out your favorite truck, learn that your primary stock will split 2 for 1 in 90 days, having your kids actually respect your opinion, getting teh freakin Pope planted and last, but not least, getting your hair cut just as you like it by that nasty large breasted girl with the green eyes at your favorite hair salon. Rub, rub, rub.
I am aware the above borders on comma abuse. So I guess you'll just have to turn me in to the comma police.
- teh DC