Transatlanticism
Thank you Death Cab for Cutie for making a cd so lovely and mellow that just listening to it stops me from wanting to rip the eyeballs right out of a lazyassmotherfuckingpatheticexcuseforaprojectmanager's head.
Manufacturing Peeves Since 2002
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If you are talking about who I think you are talking about, I nearly had a panic attack the other day in the lobby of my building when I thought I saw him here. I was walking toward the elevators and ahead of me I saw that familiar, egg-shaped dome with its smattering of slicked back, pubic-like hairs and my stomach dropped. I couldn't see his face because there was another person in the way. I rushed forward to stab him in the throat with my pen so as to prevent him from interviewing with my company. When I got closer I saw that it was someone else. Disaster averted.
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