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Jul. 7th, 2006 09:35 pmStan was my cap'n today. He's the owner of the company. He's in his 70's. He's grumbly and growly and looks like Captain Ahab.
Today, after we got in, I was picking up trash on the boat (people are PIGS) and I found a crayon.
Stan was muttering about a kid who had been climbing on benches all day. To cheer him up, I said, "Hey, Stan. Want a crayon? It's red."
Stan: *petulant* No. I only like pink crayons.
Today, after we got in, I was picking up trash on the boat (people are PIGS) and I found a crayon.
Stan was muttering about a kid who had been climbing on benches all day. To cheer him up, I said, "Hey, Stan. Want a crayon? It's red."
Stan: *petulant* No. I only like pink crayons.
