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the cricket despairs of the workplace.
Mar 18, 2008 18:51
I changed my mind. No party, no dinner, no presents. Tomorrow, I am going to go home and go straight to bed.
And my dog better not be fucking blue when I do, Klutch.
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xwhatbigteethx
March 19 2008, 02:00:20 UTC
Want company?
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strictest
March 19 2008, 02:02:51 UTC
What possible indication could I have given to suggest that I do?
No, I don't want company.
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xwhatbigteethx
March 19 2008, 02:49:26 UTC
It's between the lines.
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strictest
March 19 2008, 02:57:15 UTC
Your insight astounds. The answer's still no.
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bonesandbottles
March 19 2008, 02:05:57 UTC
A) What?
B) I was joking. Sort of joking.
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strictest
March 19 2008, 02:08:01 UTC
Don't feel like going to dinner.
You have roughly an hour to get over there and wash him down before I get home.
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bonesandbottles
March 19 2008, 02:12:37 UTC
Well I'm not going to let you starve.
Give me at least another half hour.
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strictest
March 19 2008, 02:57:55 UTC
I have leftover salad in the fridge.
Fine.
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bramblesgaveway
March 19 2008, 02:26:01 UTC
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strictest
March 19 2008, 02:58:57 UTC
How do you know every year?
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bramblesgaveway
March 19 2008, 03:00:47 UTC
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strictest
March 19 2008, 03:01:13 UTC
Your skills never fail to impress.
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strictest
March 19 2008, 02:59:41 UTC
Particularly at this time of year.
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No, I don't want company.
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B) I was joking. Sort of joking.
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You have roughly an hour to get over there and wash him down before I get home.
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Give me at least another half hour.
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Fine.
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