Down every road there's always one more city

Down every road there's always one more city I'm on the run the highway is my home I raised a lot of cane back in my younger days Read more: JACK GREENE - I'M A LONESOME FUGITIVE
...Okay, I’ll find it on MetroLyrics... ah, got it. “[cont.] While mama used to pray my crops would fail/Now I’m a hunted fugitive” Damn, pop-ups! I don’t need a freshly lubricated
German prostitute, at least not this moment. I set my pop-up blocker, but by then my malware sirens had already gone off. Within moments, my monitor went blue. Merle Haggard's song
sung blue (or was that Elton John's?) began playing and I suspected foul play. Carl Jaggov, the office prankster, had been especially active lately and I smelled a rat. I took my
clothes off and ran naked through the office. I wasn't the only one with the idea as Mr Fitzpatrick the CFO was also running around naked whilst stapling invoices to
the clothing of anyone else in the office who had not succumbed to peer pressure by joining the nude party which had grow to eight of us who'd stripped and were frantically
running around to keep warm. Faye hated No Dress Friday & lit a small fire in her cubicle to warm her bare, pimpled flesh. Eric from Sales rocked up in nothing but a big grin to pr
-omote his idea that No Dress Friday was all about procrasturbation. Faye threw a post-it cube at his face. While she huddled under her desk, making tea and toast on her campfire,
and then I started to sing: "I can't stop this feeling, Deep inside of me!"
And as I finished the song, I smiled.

Started: 2012-04-01 01:28:35
Finished: 2014-12-11 13:46:12

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