Friday, April 04, 2003
When I came home, this message was waiting for me on my machine from a former game player:
"OK, it's 5 minutes to 9, I was just checking to see that you have left the house and weren't playing the game. Glad to see that you're still working and please stock up on food because we won't be able to stop by 'cause we're in Mexico for the next few days. We want to make sure that you aren't found next to the mouse twitching and things when we get back."
Awww, isn't that sweet.
What's worse than losing your pants in the middle of town? Losing your pants in the middle of town when it's snowing.
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"OK, it's 5 minutes to 9, I was just checking to see that you have left the house and weren't playing the game. Glad to see that you're still working and please stock up on food because we won't be able to stop by 'cause we're in Mexico for the next few days. We want to make sure that you aren't found next to the mouse twitching and things when we get back."
Awww, isn't that sweet.
What's worse than losing your pants in the middle of town? Losing your pants in the middle of town when it's snowing.
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