Life in the Naked Office

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Life in the Naked Office

In such times as these, every working day is like waking up in a strange hotel room with a dead hooker: I don't understand how I came to be here. I didn't hire this person. I've never even seen them before.This is my desktop but I swear that these are not my desktop icons. I'm obviously been framed for something I haven't done. Surely somebody, somewhere, must know what's really going on? You've got to find them before it's too late.

April 03, 2009 | Permalink

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What? But then you fall asleep, and dream of some solid, ordinary life, and you wake up in the same hotel room, and there is another dead hooker, and you ask . . . Is this the infernal pattern?

Posted by: Lloyd Mintern | April 04, 2009 at 15:43

sorry I have them, the somebodies, but have ground them up and mixed them with oil--alas they are icons in my paintings now
you can keep the dead hooker gratis

Posted by: Mia Wolff | April 05, 2009 at 08:45

Thanks for your support during this difficult time!

Posted by: stephenesque | April 05, 2009 at 10:14

On the other hand, to bash people who have objective reasons not to watch SGU, that’s very much not okay either.

Posted by: eve isk | June 19, 2009 at 03:05

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