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Y'all. One of the regulars at work gave me a big old bag of fresh shrimp. It's right off the boat, the shells are still on and everything. I left it in the cooler at work, of course, because I'm an idiot, but I'll pick it up tomorrow and have a very awesome dinner. YAY.

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Went to work to retrieve shrimp. Shrimp have disappeared. Suspect useless and borderline retarded coworker of stealing or throwing away. Likely latter, as coworker would not know what to do with fresh shrimp if it stole his Braves cap and insulted his mother. Should have known better than expect a logical chain of thought such as "this is an unfamiliar object; must belong to coworker, as only coworkers have access to back cooler door; shall therefore put aside to be claimed" to build itself in his aborted brain cells. This is the man who told me that Julio Franco is a better baseball player than Roger Clemens, after all.

Off to neighborhood grocery store to find solace in fresh tasty meat counter.

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How To Find Comfort When Your Shrimp Dinner Has Evaporated, in two steps:

Step One: when purchasing alternate dinner, find a cashier dying to talk about baseball. She asked about my Tigers hat, and in the next three and a half minutes we discussed Bondo, Wells, Clemens, Duquette, Theo, Damon, and the Yankees' penchant for overspending and destroying their farm system. I have a feeling we could have gone on for hours in a different setting.

Step Two: Acquire a bottle of Guinness and a pint of vanilla ice cream. Guinness float! Can't wait for dessert.