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"I'm happy, thrilled and proud."
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Donald, did not know your were commenting on this stuff. Are you so bored, you actually took to reading blogs? lol.
I'm sorry about your Jack Daniels, but tha was not 'the little 'bastard' critter that lives in your head. It was me. (don't judge me!) I needed it!
So you just smashed some poor little bastard critter for no good reason at all. Now, aren't you ashamed of yourself. And you, a big strapping guy picking on tiny, minute figments?
Don't give me the crap about a 'dictaphone'. We all know those only exist in the Star Trek world. You had a pretty secretary sitting on your lap, doing what pretty secretaries do.
Now that...is charming.
I think I know of the critters you speak, or at least their relatives, who never know when to go home. They weren't in my head though, the little bastards would always drink the last 3 fingers of the glass of Jack Daniels I left on the nightstand as a pick-me-up in the morning. Then they'd bang the anvil song the next morning on my head, till happy hour.
As they were speaking in my ears at night, one of them sneezed, and in my stupor, I smashed its alien body on the wall, with their innards of Fiddle Faddle sticking more cohesively than glue. It was truly a bitch getting it off the wall, my hand as well, and out of my beard.
The funny thing though, the next day, it was easy to recite their sayings into my dictaphone in the office and then have my assistant type it out for me in a manuscript.
Should we all be so charmed by the little cost of gel pens, tablets, or a few ounces of Old NO. 7.
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