I just want to be givin credit to this here Warrior Forum for all the help it has provided me over the years. I learnt a whole bunch of everythang I know right here. There have been a whole bunch of folks who have come and gone over the years who have been as helpful as pointy sticks and torches at a Frankenstein roast and I shore do appreciate each and every one of you!
BTW, does any of you old timin folks know what ever happened to a fellar named Chris who went by the WF name of GovtGuides? I honestly believe he was a sniper and lived somewhere over in the Far East or somethin!
Anyway, As I was settin here thankin bout those folks who have become successful thanks to the great friendships they found here in the WF and quit their jobs, it reminded me of ole Barty Sucklebelly!
Barty used to have him a day job. The last time he got his dadgum paycheck he decided he was not gonna go home. He was gonna go have him some fun with the boys.
Well, he stayed out the whole dadgum night playin cards and drinkin... watermelon juice... and he went home the next morning bout as broke as the arm on Venus de Miley Cyrus (that there is a statue of a nekkid woman).
When he got back home his wife was waitin at the door and she was madder than Caligulie (he was one a them roamin emperor penguins). She was so mad that she asked him, "Barty (she called him that cause that was his name), how would you be likin it if you didn't see me for two or three days?" Well ole Barty said, "Why, I would like that just fine!" Well, Wednesday went by and he didn't see her. Thursday went by and he still didn't see her. Come Friday, the swellin had gone down enough that he was finally able to see her just a little bit out of the corner of his right eye!
So the morale of that there story is this... don't make no matter whether you has a day job or is an interneet marketeer, make shore you go home when you are supposed to!