I find the constant high whine emanating from above my cubicle to be extremely disturbing. I call on the Facilities Department to convene on the 11th floor to find and eradicate the source of the noise.
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I like cardamom, apostrophes, my Wüsthof, blank verse, and the Brooklyn Bridge, though not always in that order. Come on in. I'll cook something.
Head Cook and Bottle Washer
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- Hold me. I'm scared.
- This here is John McCain's buttprint.
- And so it begins. Finally.
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- Me! Me!
- It's so, Joe!
- I hope he takes my Post-Colonial Proto-Modern Aest...
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- Ahem.
- I'm pretty sure I could do that.
- He showed "it" to me, bought me an ice cream cone,...
- live funny. sales tax free.
- she's not the kind to need or use an alibi
- I'll buy you flowers and tell you I love you.
- baseball baseball baseball, I made you out of clay...
- Red, Red [Communion] Wine.
- And I feel fine. No, really.
- Yeah. This is weird. I'm rooting for the Angels.
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- Screw you, MLB. And the horse you rode in on, ESPN.
- Serenity now!
- Eats, Shoots, and Applies Eyeliner.
- Josh, gas up the Gulfstream. We're going to Davos.
- We interrupt your Red Sox-related programming...
- Shake it off.
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- Wild Sox.
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