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one was at the bottom of my pen holder on my desk, and the other was stuck in the carpet of my (huntsman infected) car. go figure.
huntsman update: in a cruel twist of fate, the car parking guys left my car window open all day yesterday, providing a clear opportunity for mr huntsman to crawl in and nestle in a more contained environment. he has not been sighted since yesterday morning, making it unclear whether he has taken refuge in my car. nevertheless, the very thought has caused me to refuse to enter my vechile until he is captured and released into the wild (or to a place that is very, very, very far away from me).
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omg that's like my worst nightmare turned into reality!!
ps: did i understand right from this post that you have VALET parking at work?!!
hi german babe! well yeah, but when you say it like that it sounds fancy shmancy.
they're really just greasy men that take your car, rough it round, and jam it into a tight spot underground for you.
it's really actually very unfancy unshmancy.
i promise xo
and it's not free.
ps. please pray for me (ie because of the spider, not the parking)
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