The day before yesterday I went out to a club . . . classy place [/sarcasm], and had one of those, "didn't go home before work" nights. So me, in my tired and mildly hungover state, at work, and who should show? CREEPY FRY GUY. GAH! Does he have a radar? Or do I have some kind of insane-o magnet in my head, which attracts all the crazy people to
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