*the big monkey brings a space heater for boobs office*
Shira: uh. huh.
Exactly.
It's the end of the semester for me too, Shira. And they aren't buying my excuses any more than I am buying theirs.
Oh please. I can cook up excuses like nothing you've seen. Well, maybe you have.
I went to Catholic school, Shira. I venture to say that we are evenly matched in the art of creative fact dodging.
And shouldn't you be writing your paper right now, missy?
Pshaw. I have less shame in utilizing health excuses.
Wanna bet?
I shed the Catholic guilt thing along with the school uniform.
and yet, you kept the thong.
And the paddle.
SOMMS, you never disappoint. Of course I kept the thong. Nostalgia. I was cute, then.
And Shira, get cracking on that paper or I'll show you the paddle.
I'm writing, I swear!
Tuesday e-mail count 280, and then about 25 more since I walked in.
la la la la la la
Doobeedooobeeedooooooooooooooooooooo
it's ok, the cows bring bring ya lunch again
Good morning, my peoples!
That's about all I have to say at the moment.
Halfway done!
G'morning Shamey, Harris, Tink, Shira, Deet, Somms, and any moons and boobs flying by....
Somms - that oatmeal looks delish! It's perfect with cow cocoa. Just take my word for it and NEVER eat green oatmeal.
Halfway done, and completely stuck.
*gently nudges Shira. With the paddle*
Hi, Mamie!
1.5 more pages, and I'm almost done.
Hey, D2. Nudge a little harder next time
<- - - feels like writing even though he doesn't have a paper do.
Soapy! Come on over, I've got stuff to write about!
I only feel like writing because I'm afraid of the paddle. As soon as deet leaves I'm back to my slacker self.
You KNOW you want to write for me.
. . .I kinda do.
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