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Just because you don't need me to print those big Excel spreadsheets anymore doesn’t mean I don’t want my buttons fingered regularly.
I’m still in here. Waving my arms at the bathroom motion sensors to keep the lights on.
But the more upsetting headlines I skim, the more likely it seems the dream of enjoying a career-best performance by Hugh Laurie is out of reach.
The Great Pumpkin: Well, it was the ‘60s. We were all experimenting. I started messing around with cloves.
A New Ache: Jonah awoke one morning to find his feet had been possessed.
I fear both your and your golden retriever’s rejection. The gift receipt to the anthropomorphic hot dog chew toy is my only source of comfort.
At one point, she pulled out a magical wand and goes, “Is this mine or yours?” I’m not even kidding.
Sure, the door might have been slightly ajar, but I had to walk through it. And I drank all the milkshakes and yelled, “How do you like me now!”
Noise: B+ Before the screaming, you were doing great.
Daily tasks include confirming server uptime, dusting intake fans, and fighting off rogue bots as moral sentience emerges.
The use of multiple exterior facades, including the blanket from Buster’s dog bed and what appears to be a Summer Camp T-Shirt, is commendable.
Dog Allergy: She has a dog and he is allergic to dogs.