in a nutshell.
Have you ever thought to yourself "Man, this has been a craptastic week. Worst week I've had in a really long time. Short of...I don't know, a death in the family or some sort of calamitous disaster, I don't think this week could get any worse," but then you find yourself standing in the mail room at your apartment complex thinking "Well ok, I stand corrected" because in your hand is a jury summons from the Phoenix Municipal Court?
No? Just me? Ok.
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Sorry the week is not good! I love you!
eeek. That's not good. I hope it gets better...
Sing it with me, Bazan style...
Right on, right on, right o-o-o-on, right onnn, riiight onnnn...
I can cheer you up a bit, maybe. Send me your address... I need to send you the photo you requested, like, 77 years ago.
I'm sorry you're having a crappy week. I won't even try to compare... you take the prize for crappiest week. I'm not really sure what prize that might be, but you know... whatever it is, you get it. :)
maybe a gold-plated poop. that would be awesome.
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