The transcribed wanderings of one man in a big world.
Yes, that is the remnants of my snack drawer in my outbox. It was my parting gift to my coworkers - really old, hard jellybeans.
It makes me kind of sad to see that empty desk, Tim. After all, that was your first real grownup job. Mom
That means you're no longer a real grownup, you're a fake grownup. Faker.
Mmmm ... Snack Drawer. Care to share?Farewell, brave wanderer. Better things await!
wait, you're getting married?
oh, and congratulations
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Yes, that is the remnants of my snack drawer in my outbox. It was my parting gift to my coworkers - really old, hard jellybeans.
It makes me kind of sad to see that empty desk, Tim. After all, that was your first real grownup job. Mom
That means you're no longer a real grownup, you're a fake grownup.
Faker.
Mmmm ... Snack Drawer. Care to share?
Farewell, brave wanderer. Better things await!
wait, you're getting married?
oh, and congratulations
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