it sickens me unto nausea. the pink layer of skin of some kind of carnivourous mammal hanging from the balcony to dry that i had lived with for so many years... forced to endure it's ungodly aura and coaxed into become so familiar with that stinking blanket of death. an acquired taste for such a noxious aroma i had won but at what cost? will i roll over and decide that it's attraction had been only temporal? please reply within 2-3 business days with a proper response. if i am out of the office my secretary will foward you to my automated voice machine..
hey cowboy, you were out of the office, and your secretary forwarded me to accounting, so just check their box, its box 11, and i faxed over EVERYTHING you needed for the big deal thursday.
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