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Wednesday, March 03, 2004
Dear Peg "marge" Lautenschlager,
Bet you're kind of bummed that you pushed for that 0.08 blood alcohol percentage. I mean, I was kind of ticked, but that must suck for you.
Sort of sorry,
Me
Dear Mr. President,
Thank you for the tax return. Now get out.
Not really sorry,
Me
Dear Not-So-Valued Menard's Customer,
What did I say about the value wood? Honestly.
Screw you,
Me
So speaking of Menard's, I've been given added responsibility, and that means that some days I get to carry a radio and the department phone. What does that mean for me? Well, seeing as I can barely keep my pants up to begin with (what with the lack of hips), it means that I have to keep my belt tight. Uncomfortably tight. So that I don't stumble around the Building Materials Department with my jeans around my ankles, yelling at people to stop touching my value wood.
Craig @ 2:37 PM
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