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Come mista tally man, tally me bananas...It's my last day and I wanna go home...

It feels like any other Wednesday, but it's not. Today is my last day here at the office, and they've erected a statue of me in the courtyard and set up a scholarship fund in my honor. Actually, I think there are three people who know it's my last day. Everyone else in the department is finishing out the week before they leave, but as I mentioned before, I've accidentally expedited my departure by requesting tomorrow and Friday off to go to Maine.

I'm actually very excited about going to Maine. After all, it's been over two weeks since my last vacation. A man can only take so much stress before he needs to unwind. You know, play a little croquet, maybe some golf...take the jet ski for a spin. It's the least I can do for myself. This may actually be the first complete reunion of Old School Boston Ave since we "broke up the band" last September. We'll certainly have to play some Body Squish, too. For those of you not in the know, Body Squish is a game we developed a few years ago. It involves two sets of partners standing about 20 yards apart, throwing a frisbee back and forth. The object of the game is to be the first team to reach 21 points. If you catch the frisbee, it's one point for your team. If you tip the frisbee with your hand and your teammate catches it, your team gets two points. If you deflect the frisbee with your foot or chest and your teammate catches it, it's worth 3 points. If by chance, you and your teammate are able to squish the tossed frisbee between your bodies, using no hands, you have achieved the elusive body squish, worth 5 points. Let me tell you, this is an embarassing maneuver. Hufton and I completed the first successful body squish, and were unable to look each other in the eye for almost a month after the fact.

I'll be back on Monday to listen to your questions, comments, and concerns. Until then, check out this letter of complaint written by a guy who had to endure sitting directly across from the lavatory during his flight on Continental Airlines. The letter includes the description of the "stink shield" developed by the passenger, as well as illustrations of people invading his personal space.
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