Overheard conversation at work: "Jesus is my savior but the book is boring." Tomorrow is my ten year high school reunion, I have to furiously look through my senior yearbook in the hopes that I will remember who the hell any of those people are. Hopes that have been held since about one year after my graduation that the reunion would be anything like the movie Grosse Pointe Blank seem to have waned but they're not down for the count yet. Hiring a notorious Eastern European terrorist to impersonate one of my classmates and try to kill me on the dance floor is exactly the sort of stunt my enemies would pull. I've always envisioned beautiful movie starlets draped over my shoulders and throngs of adoring fans for this event, (definitely in 2016) I'm going to try to come up with something slightly more articulate than "Er, well I'm temping and uh...I still write plays..." and hopefully I'll in turn hear something more articulate than "Whoa...you were so *weird* in high school, I mean like, *really*, *really* weird..."
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