Mike. I own you, unless of course, you get miketouloumtzis.com, .net, .org, .biz, .cc, or even just touloumtzis.com, all of which are presently available. Can't imagine why. But for now, for this moment, I own you.
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Up on the upper roof, I talked a bit with Mike Touloumtzis, the only one of my co-workers who seemed to be having a good time. He had had a good dinner the night before, at a Japanese seafood restaurant. I was pretty sure that I wouldn't like a Japanese seafood restaurant, but Mike's an omnivorous foodie.
On the upper floor (or lower roof), I talked to my co-workers, and heard another take on the previous night's dinner. The client company had taken everyone out to a seafood restaurant. As Mike had pointed out, a seafood restaurant in Japan is a wonderful thing if you like seafood. But two members of the group didn't like seafood, and had spent the evening grossed out and starving.
yes, i'd like to report a problem. i think there's a kernel of corn loose somewhere in my hermit bootloader. I will try to get the shoehorn out and get a better view of things. but if this does not work, i may have to crosslink the blue mug to the red tea set and plug it into the green bowl. I'll keep you posted.
Your Loving and Devoted,
Did You Know: Mike Touloumtzis once stayed up for fifty-two hours while working on something, which to this day, nobody, not even his boss, knows what it was about.
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