LADEELEROY

2002-06-14

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I Think My Job Is Starting To Stress Me Out
 
 


In fact I'm sure of it. The stress squeezy toy on the left is what the right one used to look like.

Over the last year or so, the poor guy on the right has slowly been knawed at, poked with thumb tacs, sliced with perfecto knives, carved by fingernails, thrown against walls, and bits of it have already been partially digested.

I think it's time to retire him.

 
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