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Paul from Accounting wishes to acknowledge that, when he said "Butthead Steve" at the watercooler yesterday, he was referring not to Steve in Accounting, but the other Steve in Estate Planning. He regrets the inaccuracy and its unpleasant repercussions. Jane and Bob Ressler wish to notify friends that an organizational oversight resulted in half their mailing list receiving two holiday cards, while the other half received none. They also wish to express their sincere regret and intense feelings of vulnerability for accidentally sending six blank checks to someone, somewhere. As God is its witness, the Righteous Council for Violent Revolution wishes to make a clarification. In our most recent list of demands, we neglected to add two large de-cafs and a plain scone. No currants!
Local weatherman Tony Majors was wrong yesterday when he said it would rain today. He attributes this falsehood to the same computer simulation that has foiled similar predictions in the past. A sophisticated "blue-screen" effect may also have created the impression that Majors was hovering in space above the North American continent during his weather report. In fact, Majors remained in our studio for the duration of his report. WXYZ-TV also wishes to underscore the fact that forecasting is more art than science, even though "meteorology" sounds pretty scientific. A lapse in judgement resulted in the nonseparation of colors and whites in at least one load of laundry last week. We are sorry for any inconvenience this may cause in the Parsons household, and among our friends, colleagues, and vendors. Also, the recycling has not been sorted or set out in recent weeks. In a junior-varsity scrimmage last month, Right Tackle Justin Meyer forgot the punchline to a hilarious joke, mumbling something incoherent instead . His shame may now be lifted. The correct punchline is: "And the mouse said, 'Suffer, bitch!'" During the holiday shopping rush, a temp working register No. 2 recommended Love in the Time of Cholera to numerous customers. Garcia-Marquez's best work is actually 100 Years of Solitude. This is now official bookstore policy.
In a casual conversation at Men's Wearhouse, coworker Nick Stockton asserted that it's gauche to wear white in the winter. While this statement is technically accurate, the speaker confused Labor Day with Memorial Day. The table in the back ordered a small cheese pizza and ceasar salad, neither with anchovies. On a related note, they are vegetarians but not vegans, and still haven't received their beverages. An older gentleman looking for 49th Street in a white minivan was told to take two lefts, and then bear right after the yield sign. He was told he couldn't miss it. 49th Street is actually called King's Highway at this point. We regret this error.
Seventh-grader Wallace Dahl is no longer considered a "wussie" or a "wimp," and eighth graders will refrain in future from showing him anything but profound respect from a safe distance. Also, Debate Club is not "totally pussy," as previously reported. Steve from Accounting has confirmed that there is no Steve in Estate Planning. In fact, there is no Estate Planning department. Also, Paul is no longer with the company. courtesy of E.L. Skinner picturesTerry Colon |
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