Beep beep ba brreep.
It become almost instinctual for me to flinch in horror and suspense when I hear that ring. Is it the president? Patch Jack through, Chloe. We've got a national crisis here, people! Oh, Bill Buchanan, just take the call.
I'm incredibly dorky.
In real national terrorism news, last night Erica, Jesse and I got stuck in our building's elevator. We were a bit inebriated so it was all fun waiting for the ten cops and firemen. Not fun: being in an elevator when there's Anytime foodz waiting for you.
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