Friday, December 22, 2006
Off to Phoenix...
... and I'm already regretting it! Wheeee!
No, it'll be okay. Anyway, you ever come across those people that have a story for everything? I'm working with one of them. He's a really inquisitive, thin hypochondriac. Super friendly guy, wears a short-brimmed fidora (can't think of the actual name of the hat). He's cool. Okay, so we're all mucking about in the hallway, talking about painful surgeries -- dental or otherwise -- that we've had. He joins the party and I say to him, "Roger. Cortizone. Go!" Without missing a beat, launching right into it, "Well, when I was four, I fell on one of those Tonka trucks and it got lodged in my skull..."
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No, it'll be okay. Anyway, you ever come across those people that have a story for everything? I'm working with one of them. He's a really inquisitive, thin hypochondriac. Super friendly guy, wears a short-brimmed fidora (can't think of the actual name of the hat). He's cool. Okay, so we're all mucking about in the hallway, talking about painful surgeries -- dental or otherwise -- that we've had. He joins the party and I say to him, "Roger. Cortizone. Go!" Without missing a beat, launching right into it, "Well, when I was four, I fell on one of those Tonka trucks and it got lodged in my skull..."
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