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Jess

HI EVERYONE: First of all, it's been fun talking to you all, second what does everyone do?

Me, I am with a law firm in Boston (yes, I know,,,,,don't hate me). No legal jokes please, but, if you just can't help yourself, be kind. LOL

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Awww, you need to grow a pair, I could send you a set!
HA!

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Well as long as they are a matching pair....... :o)

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I work clerical support in probation. I am NOT sworn staff so please don't aim the targets this way. I had some funny looks a couple of weeks back when I pulled in for the work day with 'Fuck That' playing a little louder than is probably appropriate.......I just pulled out an old dusty *innocent* face and said "What?".


I used to have a kitty named Woodrow Furmis Buttermer II. Or, Woody Fur Butt for short. You always knew when it was time to visit the vet for a check-up, the mail man would be snickering when he delivered the mail addressed to 'Woody Fur Butt' in care of....

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HA!

We cant have music anymore in the autopsy room, it was playing back on the Dr. report and the transcriber got upset.

But we can play most anything in the other rooms!

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Clearly the transcriber didn't have a sense of humor. LOL

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Shes ok, just the Dr tends to mumble sometimes (men!) and wearing that mask made it worse!
She sometimes could only hear music or, one of us singing!

wow, it sounds so bad when I typed that out.

We are respectful, really

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I would imagine with such a tough job, finding something to make the day somewhat easier, such as singing, is perfectly understandable.

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I dont help with every one though, some I cant do. I am human lol

No babies, no way

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Woody Fur Butt - awesome name.

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He was great. His mother was a canyon cat. Wild cat living in a canyon and she came on an elementary school grounds to have her babies in a plant potter. We took him home, he was a runt and he ended up HUGE.

We called him Woody unless he was in trouble then we'd use Woody Fur Butt and tell him to go to his *room* and he would run in the bedroom and stay there.

He also got jealous when we brought a pup home so he would drag *treats* out of the litter box and leave them on the living room floor. After punishing the pup a couple of times (I mean, he did get into it himself when I was around.) I finally came home one day to find Woody on top of the recliner laid out all 'I'm bad' swishing his tail with the pup trying his best to get into the seat but he was still too small. There was a *gift* on the seat so that told me it had been Woody all along. I got him right in the face with the squirt bottle (he hated that thing, LOL) and didn't let him out of the bedroom for several hours and he never did it again!

I woke up one time to a sound I couldn't identify. I worked graveyard so it was like 10:30 in the morning. I thought it was the maintenance guys outside cause the door was cracked for Woody to come and go. I finally realized it was a bird going ballistic flying around the ceiling trying to find the exit. Woody was always bringing be presents. Birds, half eaten lizards, wold spiders. *Shudders*

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Woody sounds like he was a rebel without a cause. hahahahaha

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Or like my own personal American Shorthair BadAss!

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