the huge bag on his desk anymore, so I think we both dodged a bullet here. Whew.
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on my nerve endings. Are each of the chips miked? Is the bag miked? Is this a psych research project? Will this day end in homicide? Stay tuned!
going to be a tough one. Right now my work soundtrack is:
scrrriiinkkkkccch, crunch, munch, crunch, crunch….scrrriiinkkkkccch, crunch, munch, crunch, crunch….scrrriiinkkkkccch, crunch, munch, crunch, crunch….scrrriiinkkkkccch, crunch, munch, crunch, crunch….scrrriiinkkkkccch, crunch, munch, crunch, crunch….scrrriiinkkkkccch, crunch, munch, crunch, crunch….
He’s such a nice boy, too. I’m sure he’ll be missed.
