Sir Fredrick James, Neanderpundit’s own Sweet, Sweet Connie

I mean, how else do you account for stuff like this?

I trust you had your vaseline and kneepads handy for the meeting Og?

So you really do want me, do you Jim? What else could possibly explain your behavior? After all, there could never possibly be anything of value here- but you kept hitting the site, day after day, until I unbanned one of your IP’s.

OK, if you want me so bad, here goes: bend me over your big oak desk and pull down my pants, big guy. Now grease up that man meat and shove it in. ooh, baby, make it hurt. make it hurt real bad! Ow! Ow! ow!

is it in yet?

Tellya what, Jim, whyncha post your address on your blog, and I’ll send you a pair of used underwear you can keep next to you on your pillow. Oh, wait, you don’t HAVE a blog. That’s right.

I guess if my creativity were put in question by someone who actually created something, my manhood might be threatened too.

Sorry it’s taken so long to get back to you today, I drove from Chicago to St Louis and back and just now got home. I had to go fix another engineer’s oversight. Again.

Of course, really, the job of an engineer is hard. You have to know how to plug numbers into all those complex formulas. Damn, My TI-84 can ALSO do that.
I look forward to reading of your accomplishments on your blog. Damn, I’m sorry, I keep forgetting Mr Creativity can’t figure out how to start one.