My desk overlooks the back of the Whiskey, where they've set up their makeshift patio for Stampede. Even with some posters blocking the view, I am currently watching waitresses in booty shorts going up and down the stairs into the club.
I will get zero work done here next week.
(I also promise to bring a good camera to work.)
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We may curse our bad luck that it's sounds like its; who's sounds like whose; they're sounds like their (and there); and you're sounds like your. But if we are grown-ups who have been through full-time education, we have no excuse for muddling them up.
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