Tonight my man Crescenzo calls bullshit on the old you-can-never-communicate-too-much bromide.
And when Crescenzo calls bullshit, he calls bullshit.
On communication, professional and otherwise.
Tonight my man Crescenzo calls bullshit on the old you-can-never-communicate-too-much bromide.
And when Crescenzo calls bullshit, he calls bullshit.
Hey, how’d you get my picture on there? I want to do that? Jesus, now that they killed the Flip, you’re going to use all your spare time to learn how to do this fancy computer stuff, like Shel Holtz, aren’t you?
Steve C.
Hey, how’d you get my picture on there? I want to do that? Jesus, now that they killed the Flip, you’re going to use all your spare time to learn how to do this fancy computer stuff, like Shel Holtz, aren’t you?
Steve C.
Hey, how’d you get my picture on there? I want to do that? Jesus, now that they killed the Flip, you’re going to use all your spare time to learn how to do this fancy computer stuff, like Shel Holtz, aren’t you?
Steve C.
Um, I just dragged it off your site into a folder and then imported it into my site. But you know what? That hocus-pocus that Shel does isn’t that complicated either. Here I come, Holtz.