When I stepped out into the light after breakfast, I found myself in the middle of a festival involving people wearing giant costumes. Is it OK to admit I don't understand?
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2 comments:
Were you drinking the Irish coffee again?
LOL - my staff just put up "festivus" decorations as part of the building "holiday" decorations. Including a box for "Airing of Grievences" and one for thumb-wrestling.
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