Ah yes, fellow boozy travelers, BHI has belched up from the ashes like a burning ember in the ashtray of life to relight the fire that once burned from your crooked Pall Mall. The Task Master has returned! The brief hiatus that followed the digitized wrist slitting over on that shyte-dom that is MySpace is over.
However, don't be fooled into thinking that we have not drunk hearty in absentia. If that were so, my wallet would assume a much thicker spot against my ass. Alas, my local pubs only accept cash money from this bankrupt soul.
A recent development in drunkery is the Task Master's new weapon against a quenched thirst. As if this drunk needs further reasons to wet the whistle! The Task Master has taken to running, which has given him a rejuvenated fondness for beer--the perfect carb replacement. Also, that day job thing has become more stressful, requiring addition trips to the watering hole.
As you can see, all is well with the company. The boss is as tight as ever and welcomes his employees back to the fold.
Stay above the fray, drunkards, and have a drink to end this glorious day!