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cityroom
consumerist
erin
gena/ deadly stealth frogs
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kithblog
matt k
mike t
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post secret
rynn
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sean
tea rose
toby
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american stickman
elfquest
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masque of the red death
the perry bible fellowship
toothpaste for dinner
ultrajoebot
xkcd
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Thursday, July 29, 2004
There once was a very fast typist
who got a bad job, god knows why. Pissed
at her boring employment
she derived her enjoyment
from becoming a world-class gripe-ist.
Meter needs work.
I once met a girl who would be bored
so often that she'd sleep at her keyboard.
She awoke with a sore head
from the dents in her forehead,
half-choked by the drool-dampened mouse cord. And half-choked by her own USB cord.
The last rhyme is imperfect. Needs a (rhymes with "be") before the "cord". Still.*
*Fixed. My sister suggested a better rhyme. Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:23 AM | shower me with attention
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