Me: Igor! Hamsfield: (tiredly) Yes? Me: The next batch of prototypes is ready. Hamsfield: Shall I ready the crates to be sent to the Orphanage? Me: Yes. NO! First, I need you to order three hundred of these.
This story is fun, but not really funny. The place is familiar to me. I wrote some fiction about it a few years back, that is probably somewhere in this blog's archive
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Here's home, where your window shutters glow in darkness visible at 4AM in the morning, the jackhammer three doors down goes off at 6AM, and your parents drag you from the Meth capitol of the world to the Elderly Christian Entertainment capitol of the world by noon
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