I’ve spent my entire Friday intermittently napping in my cube and taking my shoes off to see if I can smell them from under my desk. Yet I couldn’t muster the mental energy to write a decent post about the art of Alex Pardee. True story. I did, however, dream that I invented a device that allows you to fart in your own face. So, I’m just going to coast on that for awhile.
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