Where the 70's Survived
We had an offsite last Friday at lovely Vasona Park. The festivities included a rousting game of kickball. My team was the roustees (well, actually we were the Word Doctors) but we still had a blast. As offsites go, it was about the best ever. We had a seriously rad lunch, with these little sushi-like things that had sausage on top. Trust me, they were yummy, because sausage makes anything better. After lunch, we played kickball, then our managers took turns reading cards they'd written to each of us, saying what we offered to the group. It was really sweet, and yes, mine said I was a Lover of Cheese.

I embraced the athletic nature of the day by sporting the most sporty outfit possible. Below is some proof, though I chose not to share the two pics that show my wrinkles, yes I said MOTHER FUCKING WRINKLES.

Rawk On! It's Rawktober!
Chillin', havin a coke. My idea of hard lee-cor, right there.
I have the fastest-moving feet ever! But they don't spin.
Nobody points like I do, baby.