They also presented me with no less than FOUR excruciating needle jab-type vein hunting expeditions. My right arm is bound up in gauze as we speak. And yet. Still done.
Stick a fork in it, buddy. We're done here.
Friday, May 9, 2008
They sang me a song
They sang me a song; and while none of them were fat ladies, it is, in fact OVER! Below is my memorialized version of the certificate with which they presented me.
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