This could be about Debbie, whom I paddled for years until she moved to Miami. She was little, had a bubble butt and loved to be paddled.
But this about Little Debbie Oatmeal Creme Pies.
In the early 80's I was laser-focused on learning everything I could about IBM's online operating system. [It was called CICS]. It was very much misunderstood. I attended five IBM schools, which, for the most part, were worthless.
I would stay after normal working hours, essentially having the computer to myself. I tried all sorts of contortions to see what worked and did not.
When I got hungry, I ate a coupla of Little Debbie's. I kept boxes of them in my desk. The sugar high kept me going.
After about 2,000 hours of experiments and another 3,000 programming, I knew the system inside and out and wrote manuals I could use to teach other programmers.
Over the course of a half dozen years teaching those courses all over the country, Little Debbie netted me seven figures.
The other Little Debbie.
