When I arrived back at the office today after lunch, the Dr. Father was playing old school German beer garden music. By the time M arrived back in the office, she found me sitting at her desk, staring at the wall with a note taped to my chest. She laughed. And then saved me.
Jan. 8th, 2009
I have a lot of power. I try to use my power for good. Instead of evil. Unless the evil is directed at me. Or is going to be very, very amusing. The amusing has to outweigh the consequences of my evil. It doesn't always. But when it does, it is always hilarious.
I took a 16 second video of the note. And you can hear the music. The voice being cut off at the end is M. Can you hear the cuntry? I can.