My workplace had its annual summer potluck.
The theme was pirates.
I brought a sack of limes.
No one had scurvy, so no one needed them.
Times they are a changin’.
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There comes a special day in every man-child's life where he nervously struggles to his feet, puffs up his chest to squelch the butterflies in his stomach, pumps his balmy fist in the air, and boldly proclaims: 'Today... is not that day'.
Now that I have raised your expectations and brought it to an unsatisfactory climax, I deem it timely to segue to the limp denouement, my blog.
Now that I have raised your expectations and brought it to an unsatisfactory climax, I deem it timely to segue to the limp denouement, my blog.
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