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A glass was sitting on my desk

Cemented on April 18, 1999.

Arrrrrrrgghh! This Monday, a glass was sitting on my desk, which gave me a great idea.

I got up and walked out the door, planning on employing my “idea.” Of course it didn’t work. Nothing ever works. Neither does Alyssa Milano. This didn’t even work before I actually tried it. I stopped trying by Wednesday. Will it be there? I saw the letter B on my toe. Since 1947, there has been a small piece of cement placed on top of the roof of the house across the street from where I live. The spiders are singing. No one’s ever taken the piece of cement down either.