I keep forgetting to include co-worker Frank in my blogs. Very early in my blogging career, I promised you that co-worker Frank would have a major role in my blogging life. I'm afraid he has not since appeared. So, I will hammer upon my imagination to create a tale of mystery, horror, murder, sex, and Frank.
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Once upon a time, there was co-worker Frank. He looked exactly how you would image him to look, except he had glasses. Don't try to fool me, I know you didn't imagine him with glasses, but he has them. They are very important to this story. Anyways, as Frank was driving to work on his scooter, he noticed a small mouse sitting on the sidewalk. He stopped in front of the mouse and said, "Hello, little fellow, how might you be this fine day?"
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The mouse looked up at Frank and raised one of his eyebrows. "You can talk?!"
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"Aye."
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"Oh," said the mouse."I haven't met a human that can talk before."
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As co-worker Frank continued to chat with the mouse about how all humans talk, bystander Phil walked by. He heard co-worker Frank squeaking to a small, tattered, stuffed mouse on the side walk, stared for approximately 4 seconds, and ran away.
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Once upon a time, there was co-worker Frank. He looked exactly how you would image him to look, except he had glasses. Don't try to fool me, I know you didn't imagine him with glasses, but he has them. They are very important to this story. Anyways, as Frank was driving to work on his scooter, he noticed a small mouse sitting on the sidewalk. He stopped in front of the mouse and said, "Hello, little fellow, how might you be this fine day?"
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The mouse looked up at Frank and raised one of his eyebrows. "You can talk?!"
.
"Aye."
.
"Oh," said the mouse."I haven't met a human that can talk before."
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As co-worker Frank continued to chat with the mouse about how all humans talk, bystander Phil walked by. He heard co-worker Frank squeaking to a small, tattered, stuffed mouse on the side walk, stared for approximately 4 seconds, and ran away.
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The End
