The new receptionist's cubicle is right by the door to the suite. She's taken a liking to The Black-Eyed Peas, playing it on her tiny CD player, projecting it from its tiny speakers. My own cubicle is not near hers, and she keeps the volume at a reasonable level, so I don't have to hear it for most of the day. Should nature call, however, I am in a dreadful predicament, my brain and bladder diametrically opposed.
Black-Eyed Peas: we all liked "Hey Mama". "Let's Get it Started / Let's Get Retarded" will be featured in even more commercials than Smash Mouth's "All Star". Your fortune is secure - now please go away.
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Don't you ever speak to Fergie that way again, Dan.
I love you, Fergie, Dan didn't mean it...
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