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Do not let your eyes linger on any erotic bus-shelter advertising! Wayne is watching!


Which generic smut novel character are you? (With somewhat relevant pictures!)

The Obscenely Wealthy Heiress

Poor dear, all alone in your opulent estate, with no one but a tight-fisted, controlling prude of a relative to keep you company. Perhaps you can entreat some strapping young lad into educating you in the ways of the world.

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Coworker6: You refer in your meeting notes to an API Interface dude. Who's that:-)
Me: did I really leave dude in there?
Coworker6:: Yes - I was not sure if it was a dude or the past tense of do.
Me: I suck. I'm like so the opposite of professional.
Coworker6: It is still wicked professional to turn out the minutes puncutally though.
Me: *bow*
Me: so I'm only half the opposite of professional.
Coworker6: No more askew from professional than anyone else probably.
Me: what a sterling recommendation that is.


So I just came back from the Dr's office. Everyone there a) remembered me and b) treated me like and old friend. I love going to see this particular doctor because he always makes it feel like Halloween (in a good way. Of course, I love Halloween, there are no bad ways, but still). I always walk out with a huge bag of "goodies," by which I mean drugs, most of which I don't even take, but I feel is cool to have. So the doctor is like "When did I see you last."
And I said, "According to my records (by which I mean my Palm) 2001."
Both us together, "But that can't be right."
So we cross-check the dates and sure enough, we both list the last visit as 12/12/01. Well, two compulsive record keepers can't be wrong. I mean they can be, but chances are, not so much. He asks how I am, and I tell him, in the main, great, but I'm worried about, yadda yadda, feels like an ear infection, etc. He does the exam thing and decides that I'm fine, just a little stuffy and goes to fill up a bag with some from column A, and some from bin B, and I walk off feeling like Little Red Riding Hood on her way to grandma's with the legendary basket of goodies.
Did I mention my doctor rolls his own nasal spray? How cool is that!

Okay, I'm done.
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