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Sep. 24th, 2004 02:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dewinged-9:38 AM
At work, the woman who sits next to me has a small plushie beaver on top of her monitor, that she picked up in Canada when she visited her mom a couple of weeks back. Al, the guy two cublcles down, makes it a hobby to hide it every morning, to mess with her. She came in, and found that the stuffed animal was missing again.
Co-Worker: Missing again? Man, my beaver gets around.
When she found it, she spoke to Al: You like my beaver, don't you?
Me: Hear that? That's the sound of my inner child getting back-handed.
At work, the woman who sits next to me has a small plushie beaver on top of her monitor, that she picked up in Canada when she visited her mom a couple of weeks back. Al, the guy two cublcles down, makes it a hobby to hide it every morning, to mess with her. She came in, and found that the stuffed animal was missing again.
Co-Worker: Missing again? Man, my beaver gets around.
When she found it, she spoke to Al: You like my beaver, don't you?
Me: Hear that? That's the sound of my inner child getting back-handed.