How to Succeed in Evil is not a self-help page for the maladjusted. It it is the story of Edwin Windsor, Evil Efficiency Consultant. He's like Arthur Andersen for Supervillains.
Well, I’m not so certain that Agnes is sane… but yeah, Edwin is sane. I’m not saying he’ll be the only sane character in the universe ever – but he’s the only sane character so far.
(I’m also not saying that he stays sane. But that’s probably books away
I’m getting the 404 as well, as well as a dud in the podcast feed. I’m waiting with baited breath for my next episode. Unlike Eustace, who probably simply has “bait breath”.
My apologies for the horrible pun, I could not resist.
Hmm, the 404 seems to have resolved itself. The fault has now moved into my head from the mental image of a pregnant stripper in Lower Alabama. My brain keeps going…Huh?!?!
I’ve been to that club! It was in the late 80s in Cocoa Beach, FL. Can’t remember the name, maybe ‘House of Babes on the Beach’ or something equally ironic. Honest, the “girls” were just like you described. Couldn’t finish my drink and depart fast enough. Been there too, Patrick?
Sadly, I have. In a bizarre set of coincidences, I was roped into picking a mutual friend up at the airport and dropping him off at another friend’s place of employ. He was a bouncer in a strip club. Okay fine. So I pick up the guy who’s visiting and when we get there one of the strippers is pregnant and the other two just look like they are.
I wish I had thought of the “I want to marry your daughter line on the spot.”
Not only is life stranger than we know, it’s stranger than we *can* know.
I just love Topper… he’s so… so… Topper.
Are Edwin and Agnes (I miss Edna) the only sane people in this world?
Well, I’m not so certain that Agnes is sane… but yeah, Edwin is sane. I’m not saying he’ll be the only sane character in the universe ever – but he’s the only sane character so far.
(I’m also not saying that he stays sane. But that’s probably books away
Hmm, I’m getting a 404 on the download, and error opening file on the stream. That’s not good.
I’m getting the 404 as well, as well as a dud in the podcast feed. I’m waiting with baited breath for my next episode. Unlike Eustace, who probably simply has “bait breath”.
My apologies for the horrible pun, I could not resist.
Hmm, the 404 seems to have resolved itself. The fault has now moved into my head from the mental image of a pregnant stripper in Lower Alabama. My brain keeps going…Huh?!?!
I’ve been to that club! It was in the late 80s in Cocoa Beach, FL. Can’t remember the name, maybe ‘House of Babes on the Beach’ or something equally ironic. Honest, the “girls” were just like you described. Couldn’t finish my drink and depart fast enough. Been there too, Patrick?
Sadly, I have. In a bizarre set of coincidences, I was roped into picking a mutual friend up at the airport and dropping him off at another friend’s place of employ. He was a bouncer in a strip club. Okay fine. So I pick up the guy who’s visiting and when we get there one of the strippers is pregnant and the other two just look like they are.
I wish I had thought of the “I want to marry your daughter line on the spot.”
Not only is life stranger than we know, it’s stranger than we *can* know.