Dear Mr. Krass, [re: barbecue column for Independence Day]. You eat animal flesh. Your life is a Hannibal Lecter flick, you eat corpses of babies! How about a little cow brain and
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I give up for now....again....with the layout thing. I need to actually figure out what the hell I am doing before I make another attempt, get something I like, then lose it.
There is a fly on my keyboard...he started on the letter C, then wandered along and is now sitting on the number one. He doesn't seem to care that I am typing away....very strange.
So I just had to share this one. The management here at work tends to be quite conservative, very PC and all that jazz. So when they slip up, it is all the more amusing
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