Final Exam
Hijacking 'puter time at the Officeland, surrounded by heaps of bid binders and subcontractor correspondence n' shit. My keen, conscientious talent for color-coordinating file folders has made me this Officeland's God, and the praise is omnipresent. But I still stick out way more blatantly in an Officeland than I do anywhere else on the planet; this vibrant older woman at the gourmet coffee pot station was like, "Oh, so you must be the one... someone said to me, 'Jack Black is working here now!'" She quickly added that it was meant in a positive spirit, but goddamn.
But an office guy in the breakroom liked my collection of punk buttons from Nekkid City and told me he once saw the Ramones play in Indianapolis; the Dickies opened for 'em, he said, wearing eight-foot-tall penis costumes.
NOW FOR THIS ENTRY'S OBLIGATORY OCTOBER HORROR POLLIN'.
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But an office guy in the breakroom liked my collection of punk buttons from Nekkid City and told me he once saw the Ramones play in Indianapolis; the Dickies opened for 'em, he said, wearing eight-foot-tall penis costumes.
NOW FOR THIS ENTRY'S OBLIGATORY OCTOBER HORROR POLLIN'.
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