Only I would find a way to drop a whole cup of applesauce right on the crotch of my khaki pants, while at work.
Come on God, I know you are just dying to pull the fire alarm.
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- Laura
- New York City, New York, United States
- 20 something NYC transplant, just finished grad school, working in sports, and blogging for your general merriment
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- The mystery that is my brain
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