Perineum Falcons

Once upon a time, I had a coworker who we'll call ReTodd.  He may as well have been.  Seriously.  There was probably something wrong with him. But, at least that would be an excuse. He was way beyond your everyday, run-of-the-mill annoying coworker.

Working with ReTodd was a slow agony.  As a coping mechanism, I began typing my fury away late into the night.  Strange?  Yes.  But, cheaper than anger management seminars. Now, I bring my pain to the Internet. 

I am pleased to present:  The ReTodd Blog

That should've been a tagline on the jerseys.