Aug 4, 2009
Pita Pit on Mag has great customer service, et. al.
Boys, and girls, get your gyros and eggs wrap edibles at Magazine's finest establishment: the Pita Pit. Now, I know I am biased because Ryan works there but you can just suck my left knee cap if you don't like my product placement. Airplane Ryan G-Dog is the only one allowed to call me fagasaurus.
Now for my girl Taryn at PJs: here she is writing the next big novel. She tells me it is about a naive flight attendant who gets flak from her boss and takes refuge on a crazy, romantic mis-adventure in Paris. I cannot wait to read the finished copy Taryn!
Taryn is actually a novelist. Don't let her make you believe that she is a UPS employee.
Now the funny part is Ryan (Airplane) is not really a Pita Pit employee but rather a iconoclastic social critic who reads Lacan with the same voraciousness as a pissing horse.
This photograph is very good: it shows my two cousins, Zack and Elliot playfully fighting.
Hey Zack: you will make a great daddy one day!
Hey Elliot: one day you will have guns too!
And last but not least: here is Jonathan getting ready for his big interview. He recently got a job at a Credit Union and I thought he would think it sweet that I posted it here because he has been such a diligent reader of this blog. Thanks John!