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Tuesday, May 29, 2007

Back to the Rat Race

Some chucklehead on the other side of my cubicle wall is going through every single ringtone on their cell phone, obviously trying to decide which one to use next.

Some things should be done in the privacy of your own home.
Posted by Jazz at 2:08 PM

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