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Thursday, October 03, 2002
I used to think it was funny when someone fell. I didn't care who, or the circumstances. Be they young or old, slipping on a banana peel or a patch of ice, a mean old man or a cute little kitten. Whatever. It was funny. That was of course until "Chuckles" at work fell and now, not only do I have to work for him today (good thing I had my homework done), but I had to cancel my haircut appointment as well.
Move over fat-slapper, now there's something Jack-ier.
Craig @ 10:23 AM
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