Wednesday, May 30, 2007

Alone at work, anthems of childhood stuck in my head:

"Comet- it makes your mouth turn green.
Comet- it tastes like Listerine.
Comet- it makes you vomit,
So eat some Comet and vomit today."

Amazingly, got to my desk without being asked about a printer, have a timer going.

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