Hi. Julia here. My boss can't blog today. He got an illness. He is dependent on some old timey guy called Senator Claghorn and he keeps imitating him. He even attempted to buy confederate bonds, since he is certain that they will be very valuable once the south rises again. And I am not allowed to watch Foghorn Leghorn anymore. He says that it is wholesale stealing. Even though he keeps talking like Foghorn. So me, Mark and Ashley had an intervention, to put a stop to his old-timey shenanigans. It went well, I think. Except when it turned into an intervention for Mark to stop him from wearing tight pants. I am not sure how he turned the intervention around, but he managed it. That intervention went even better, except for when a crying Mark removed his pants and asked us to throw them away for him. Then me and Ashley went over to Marks apartment to burn all of his tight pants. Unfortunately, he had nothing but tight pants, so, now, Mark has nothing but his tighty whities. He doesn't seem to mind though. So, I guess that everybody is happy.
Hey, wait. We never got my boss to stop talking like Claghorn. I had completely forgotten about that. We should probably get on that.
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