So they shot in our offices on Friday. And, um...a light got too close to something, and, uh...the sprinklers went off.
Oops.
All weekend, my office has been filled with musty furniture cadged from the deluge, and a pizza box that wasn't quite empty.
It smells vaguely like rotting baby.
Which, as one of the other writers here helpfully pointed out, is the worst name for an air freshener ever.
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That sounds like something Heaton would say. Was that Heaton?
Ooooh.
Too far.
My Monday? I just keep reading interesting things on your blog...where else can you get "Rotting Baby"?
"Rotting Baby" - in Kazhakstan the air freshener number one...
Much better than "Whore Sister's Soiled Unmentionables after trysts with Kazhakstan Royal Jackass Corps"...
All I'm wondering is how you'd know what 'rotting baby' smells like...
Rotting baby diarrhea perhaps...but what kinda sick places do you hang out?
Rotting Baby. There has to be a series in there somewhere.
Cold but OK. I found out I may be going to both NYC and Montreal in the next two weeks, which isn't a terrible thing. And I had a tremendously good veal sammich for lunch with equally good company, washed down with a Ting, of all things. So despite the snow and cold, it was a pretty good day.
Adam just hurt himself over that one (and here I was all impressed with myself over 'cultural mayonnaise').
You rule, and I am but a lowly hack. All Hail McGrath!
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