They call me . . . the "Midnight Piledriver"

(Wrestling name or porn name? Maybe both?)
So after just a couple of days here in the Big Easy, my job has finished prematurely (unlike me). That’s a bit of a disappointment since I only now just managed to flip my sleep schedule, plus the work is easy and abundant. I could’ve made mad overtime on this job. I’ve done the math and I only "work" five minutes out of every hour. Okay, I also push a button occasionally, but really, this job is a big generous piece of cheesecake. Mmm. That’s why I’m writing this post, because I’ve got lots of time to kill and space to fill. I’m not going to lie, there’s been lots of talking to myself the past few nights. (Psst, this post is gonna have a lot of rambling if you haven’t already figured it out. Get out while you can!)
( Hey, how about a few pictures to spice up my bland windbaggery? )