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Cast of Characters:
Annie: My Phenomenal MA Mary: My Awesome Secretary Ed: The office fish Dr. Pissy: The guy I share an office with Mrs. Grumpy:My Boss (also the world's greatest school nurse) Frank, Craig, and Marie:The Grumpy Tribe Garlic and Riley: The Grumpy Dogs
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10 comments:
Gives a new meaning to the word Face, no?
What's the complaint? He got her to seem him... in the end...
*Snort*
Maybe, after seeing his colon, she doesn't want to see any more?
That's kinda shitty.
What is this, a new version of recto-cranial inversion?
He's a contortionist?
Apparently his doctor is Wrong-Way Corrigan.
Butt-head!
Is that the smiley face with chocolate all over it?
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