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Lazy and bored...

This morning as I got dressed, I noticed that I had somehow managed to spill some bleach or bleach-like substance on my black pants. There were bleached spots on the front of the legs. I was too lazy to change my clothing plan, so I filled the spots in with black magic marker. It didn't really work, but I didn't really care.

I have a co-worker who I am convinced goes home for the hours after lunch, then comes back in to shut his computer down and get a little face time. I'm starting covert ops to prove my theory.

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