Wednesday, September 1, 2010

It Sofa Knee

My manager set up a "go away" lunch (she called it "going away") today. At the lunch, I kept trying to get people to read this out loud.

Voorhies at Charlie gut fell, hoe.
Witch nope, Eddie candy nigh.

A couple of people did, and I thanked them profusely. Then I tried to make them say, "Kltpzyxm," but nobody fell for that one.

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