Wednesday, November 08, 2006

Life Imitates Art

My coworker sometimes throws crumpled scrap paper over my cubicle wall. At times, these crumpled scraps contain messages.

Yesterday, the message referred to a trip I took over the weekend. As I write, she has yet to see my pictures from the trip.

Ordinarily I shred these papers. This time I blogged it.
If you’re looking for all the cops, they’re hanging out in the donut shops.


















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3 comments:

  1. AnonymousThu Nov 09, 02:19:00 AM GMT

    How in the world do you have ads for Anne Coulter on this post?

    ('course, I shouldn't speak: evidently I get ads for Intelligent Design, Muslim evangelism, and New Age groups...)

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  2. LaurenThu Nov 09, 05:40:00 AM GMT

    So you got your GPS coordinates??

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  3. AnonymousThu Nov 09, 08:34:00 AM GMT

    Was this picture taken before or after you danced like a member of Village People at Hard Rock Cafe?

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