So, long-story-short, my startup folded and I couldn't find a job. So now I spend the day in the park juggling dead mice for donations of kibble.
Anneeways... hears mai resume...
Donations gratefully accepted.
if only we cud help all teh poor goggiez!
Cyoot puppehs and funneh goggies: I Has a Hotdog has 'em all!
Banjo misses tearing things up. Like, he really misses it. Help put an end to this madness (and to icky cancer) here.