Sorry, forgot to set up the event. We are on.

Sorry, forgot to set up the event. We are on.
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  1. Jason BeighelOctober 14, 2014 at 5:10 PM

    I will probably be late. The little girl is refusing to sleep and the wife needs to study for a test tomorrow.

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  2. Alison ZieselOctober 15, 2014 at 8:04 AM

    It has been brought to my attention that there are married men unfamiliar with the euphemism "shark week". I apologize for any confusion that may have generated. Allow me to be more clear.

    I was suffering from menstrual issues, feeling very lousy and probably not very good company, so I chose not to expose you all to any out-of-character bitchery. I hope you all had fun without me!

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  3. James LaMannaOctober 15, 2014 at 8:16 AM

    I just assumed you had DVR-ed a bunch of Discovery shows and wanted to catch up.  All you missed was Q channeling Don Rickles and demolishing Bob's character.

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