Whelp - furst fing I gotta say she askeded for it. Yu fink she wudda lurnd by now not to wawk away frum her brekfist. But she did. She lefted her brekfist drink on her desk wif a crakker. Now, is it MY fawlt dat it spilt all over da plase? It taked a pile ov towls to mop up under da 'puter, da fone, da stapler, da printer, da screen fingy wif da pitchers on it, da speekers, her notes, reseets an' papers, da flore...yu get da pitcher. An' me? I gotted da crakker.
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!
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