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I love pickled eggs
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So much snow. I feel like Jack Torrence trapped in the Overlook.
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#914
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I left work last night - my chair was fine.
I come back today and it's broken, it is lilting to the side and back to the point where sitting on it is like doing pilates. a couple of days of this and my ass will be firm and round.
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#915
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Not to distract from your firm round ass...but ain't ya a bit curious what happened to your chair?
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#916
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no idea - the chair fairys i guess- they hate me
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#917
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Maybe he means your chair experienced some extra action by the cleaning crew. Have any Lysol, or pickle eggs?
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#918
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that was the first thought that crossed my mind
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#919
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Ah but here's the rub (pun not entirely intended - well maybe a little)
I work in a secure room. Cleaning staff can't get in there
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So it was a ghost or you're blacking out. Case solved.
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