Hmmm. That looks like the corner of an office in an un-named library, where some of us were ritually tortured every week for years. Look there's the window Steve used to hover out of, smoking an imaginary cigar, while somebody started his fifth iteration of something that didn't need to be said once. I'm reduced to blubbering tears.
Hmmm. That looks like the corner of an office in an un-named library, where some of us were ritually tortured every week for years. Look there's the window Steve used to hover out of, smoking an imaginary cigar, while somebody started his fifth iteration of something that didn't need to be said once. I'm reduced to blubbering tears.
ReplyDeleteNice blog, Stevie and Sarah!
Annie (aka JM)