September 27th, 2010


I am a bad bad person.

Guy in the cube next to me was explaining to a coworker about what a "Mudder" was.
As in the race horse.

I then ask him. "Do you know what they feed Mudders?"



He groans and proclaims me my Mother's son. (He knows and has worked with my mother before.)
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