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In the cafeteria at work there is a small framed piece of art near the cashier. If you stop to read the type written note inside the frame you are bound to smile.
I understand that we haven't spoken since I ran away with dish, but I thought you should know that you have a son. His name is spork. He has your hair.
First was the Ear Of Corn whose pat of butter disguised the thermostat and now this. I am loving the Gapeteria sense of humor.
The Song Of The Day - Baby Boy by Beyonce (f. Sean Paul)