Thursday, July 22, 2010

Day Three and No Timesheet From Fetal Freddy

Where is it?  C'mon Freddy.  What you hidin?  You ain't showed us your traffic numbers either.  You are like everything Mini Mayor.   Talk, talk, talk.  Blame everybody else for your problems.  And when it comes time for you to fess up?  Silence.  Just think of what we might find on that timesheet.