2001-03-30 :: 1:21 p.m.

This morning, I managed to get my entire pants soaked through while walking the 50 yards from the subway station to the building I work in.

It might have been the 100mph wind, I don't know, but I spent the first half hour of work in the bathroom, blow drying.

Last night, my girls were in rare form with the one-liners. I leave your lunch hours with these random bits:
"I feel like tupperware that hasn't been burped."

"Ooh, that's circus-ugly."

"What if you could only talk like the Snap Into A Slim Jim guy?"

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