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When Cretinism Attacks...

Its a typical week day work day, its ten in the morning, and the only other person in the room with me is the resident cono-slash-er.."person". Of course, she doesn't notice me, being her being the "person" that she is and all, and thats just fine. And no, I absolutely do not have a crush on her. Heaven forbid that I end up with a woman like that, no matter how cute she is.
Anyways, thats just what I think - people are entitled to their own opinions. Hey, maybe she even has a parallel opinion of yours truly, which is if what I think it is, then its nothing new. Join the club, honey.
I'd just like to make it clear that all this is, er, was a product of some involuntary urge to try to spew out something funny. But all things considered, all I've accomplished so far consist of a short hodgepodge of biatchiness (there's a clue here, folks) that you probably regret reading already.
Oh well. Back to the old drawing board.

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