Plate o' shrimp, vol 3

I looked up from my desk and greeted Anouk, my Dutch colleague. I looked back at my computer, and instantly an email popped up from advertising some of their hotels.

Damn cosmic unconsciousness.


Doug said…
Yes. Cosmic unconciousness can be so frustrating. Why, just today I was thinking about going to the bathroom and WHAM! whaddya know... I wet 'em.
Actually, I blame the NSA for that... that would be the "Newly Soiled underpAnts".
Melinda June said…
You never could hold your water, doug.

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