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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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11 comments:
"I'm feeling better."
"No, you're not, you'll be stone dead in a moment."
It happens. No one gets out of here alive.
Poor Mary!!!
She has my dry sense of humor, As a trustee had a conversation like that with AT & T while trying to end the contract with the decedant.
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That's RICH.
I don’t want to go on the cart
It's times like these that you really wish your secretary was named Jim.
Pop. Six. Squish. Uh uh. Cicero. Lipschitz.
I like the lady's dry sense of humor. I hope it serves her well.
Or she saw the suffering as worse than death.
Not much else is bothering him these days either
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