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Sep. 26th, 2005 10:56 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
plonqI was done with my fork, so I tossed it into my backpack.
I forgot that I had an unopened can of root beer in there. The sharp tines of justice struck true.
That pretty much encapsulates my morning in a single incident.
It must be Monday.
I forgot that I had an unopened can of root beer in there. The sharp tines of justice struck true.
That pretty much encapsulates my morning in a single incident.
It must be Monday.
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Date: 2005-09-26 05:30 pm (UTC)I managed to life the root beer out of my backpack, swing it across my desk and toss it into the garbage. By the sound it was making, I could tell that it was spraying root beer the whole way, yet I can't find a single drop on the desk, computer, ceiling floor, wall, me... nothing.
I'm thoroughly puzzled about where this phantom jet root beer might have gone.