TangaJoe is trapped in a dark hotel room with the other unshowered Tangadenizens slaving away at Tanga.com for three days straight. And we’ve ran out of Diet Coke. UNACCEPTABLE.
In other news, TangaJoe’s wife is at home alone and has no pizza (left her cell phone at work), water (the house’s water pump broke), dishwasher (clogged), or car (keys lost). As Earl would say, “Do good things and good things will happen. Do bad things and bad things will happen.” I figure that’s what she gets for childishly demanding pizza the other night.