I wish someone would invent pocket-sized shovels. I would carry them around in my pockets, and pull them out during arguments. I could have really accented my points during the steroids argument the guys and I had last night by pulling out a shovel, and saying “here’s a shovel – can you dig it, fool?” It’s too bad all my shovels are too big to carry around socially.
A sample of the things I think about while trying to juggle work, World Cup watching, and hangover management:
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