And it went a little like this:
-I mistakenly brought some roasted peanuts to share and then had to endure 4 hours of nut jokes and hysteric giggling.
-They had an intervention for me and all declared that I need a boyfriend and came up with potential dates. These included all other staff and Barack Obama. (because apparently I'm in looooove with him.)
- Harlem Shake came on the radio and I swear I was driving a bus with 6 epileptics who coordinated their seizures.
-There was a very in-depth and serious conversation about whether having a pet cougar is good idea.
Oh the glories of having 11 year old friends.
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