the hammer that makes every problem a nail…
that tubby mama at the end of the night when the hotties have all left, you know, the one that blows your damn mind because she does everything you ever could ask for…
a good samaritan who keeps you employed…
that old mangy alley cat who sits by your side when you are puking in the alley…
the ex girlfriend who always, always, always lets you crash at her pad, even when you take off for some new flashy php hussy that looks hotstuff but wont shake it , and sure wont bake it…
Hot dirty sex baby, we wont tell nobody ,we wont say nothing, but married or not , dead or not, we’ll meet up again and fix it up right….
Messy like all you perl haters rooms used to be before mom and the wife cleaned you up and took your balls…
Strong like you used to be back when we were building a web out of a spec, and black coffee, black magic and black terminal screens were the net…
and a whole lot more
I code for money in all sorts of languages.. that’s me the whore talking.
But i’d rather have done it all in perl, no question
