I can't believe the women in Legal won AGAIN. It's infuriating enough losing to one lesbian, but two? I can't even tell you. And I recruited some real talent this time; I was able to convince my work-friend Mr. Black to do it. (He's not actually black--that's just a codename for the Internet--though he is quite lithe and athletic.) It looked like we might win when I suddenly found myself eating a dirt sandwich, which I can tell you did not impress my superiors. I've spent so much time trying to figure out the identity the Phantom Noter that I wasn't practicing my three-legged exercises or coming up with ways to cheat like I should have been doing. Next year, ladies. Next year.
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