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Aaaand Jim Leyland is the new manager for the Tigers.

Thrift, thrift, Horatio! the funeral baked meats
Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.

Or, for the less Shakespearean among us: Wham bam thank you Tram.

Yeesh.

I would also like to add that at one point, the Red Sox radio announcers spent a good five minutes talking about this rather than have to deal with the batting practice game. Heh.

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Ooo-kay. The Astros/Braves Division Series starts today. And so I dreamed that Andy Pettitte couldn't make the start for some reason, so Roger Clemens went on very short rest, but we won anyway 3-1. Special dream to have and that's without mentioning the sex part.

Anyway, naturally, I have to go to work the same time the Astros game starts, but maggiesox said she'd text me updates, because she's awesome like that. So I should be all set.

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I have a lovely story from work last night. If you are eating something right now, you might want to scroll past and come back when you're done.

( Cut for GROOOOOOSSSSSSSS. )

The sad thing? At customers_suck, stories like this are a dime a dozen. Why can't people control their bodily functions?

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