G-Cords The Next Google Acquisition
In my B.R. pants, I was crawling around on the floor and under the desks trying to find the right cables to hook up our print "server." I couldn't find them anywhere and was getting frustrated.
Amy chimed in, "Oh! Did you check the Gucci bag? That's where we keep all the important cords."
Oh duh! What was I thinking?
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Not only has it been two-days-in-a-row that I've run into the preachy pharmacist at the gym, but now he's even text'ing about Pride plans. Dude, wtf? Why couldn't you be like the rest of the party participants and just ask if I was okay, assuming I'm too f'd up to make rational sense. Little did they know I don't make much sense in my most sober of days.
Amy chimed in, "Oh! Did you check the Gucci bag? That's where we keep all the important cords."
Oh duh! What was I thinking?
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Not only has it been two-days-in-a-row that I've run into the preachy pharmacist at the gym, but now he's even text'ing about Pride plans. Dude, wtf? Why couldn't you be like the rest of the party participants and just ask if I was okay, assuming I'm too f'd up to make rational sense. Little did they know I don't make much sense in my most sober of days.