The following is the lost post as best I can recall it. I'm sure it's no where near the land of "Good" as my last one, but it will have to suffice since I am an imperfect being with an imperfect memory. Ever since last Thursday, as in the past 7 days, there has been much ado about the human hackey sack. It's weird, actually, how prevalent the topic has been--it even got to Timmy . It started last week when the conversation two of my coworkers were having about basketball turned to something that happened one of the Clippers/Suns games. Apparently one player decided to pull another player out of the air by his . . . ahem . . . "area." Ow. Later that day, as per Tim's post, we went to a restaurant with my coworkers for happy hour. Once the appetizers arrived, I tore into them and realized about halfway through my second what-I-thought-was-a-chicken-fried-steak-nugget, that what I was in fact eating were calf fries. The taste wasn't too bad, bu
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