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Thursday, July 1, 2010

work notes

1. Yesterday I farted at work and it sounded like a duck. No one was around to hear it.
2. I'm working amidst the Jets and the Sharks. Actually, based on the way they are acting, calling them the Hatfields and McCoys is more appropriate.