When you're waiting for your product development manager and the car to come pick you up from the airport and you make them wait because you need to update your blog site.
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I was late once to the airport because I didn't use the right kind of tranquilizer for a pair of African Bush-Babies I was transporting over the Canadian border. These things freaked out, one's heart exploded and the other one just sat there and cried; I think they knew eachother. Anyway it was a long day.
The circumstances surrounding my birth are shrouded in mystery. Some say that I was birthed by wolves, mainly my father's saying, of which my mother resents him for. Others say that I was found in the duldrums of a factory in Taichung, Taiwan, beneath layers of PVC fabric, which probably explains why my skin is so silky smooth. I would like to believe I was birthed in a ritualistic sacraficial alter presented to my parents upon my conception by Loki the god of mischief. But that's just me.
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I was late once to the airport because I didn't use the right kind of tranquilizer for a pair of African Bush-Babies I was transporting over the Canadian border. These things freaked out, one's heart exploded and the other one just sat there and cried; I think they knew eachother. Anyway it was a long day.
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