Ohhhhhhhh fuck conference calls. I can't wait until we can all put on helmets that let us telepathically communicate with each other. That is going to be a lot more fun.
I just had a call that went almost two hours so my brain feels like how this song sounds. Like if this song was an ice cream cone it would be at that stage where the ice cream is just a river of ice cream going down the sides and the scoop on the top is about to fall off onto the ground. And then I cry because these conference calls ruin my ice cream cones.
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