They've replaced the tampon/pad dispensers in the women's restrooms at work. Now there isn't anywhere to put your quarter. You pull the knob, and the item of your choice flies out. I see you with that blank stare - yeah you. Don't you realize what I'm saying? FREE TAMPONS. Sheesh.
When The Junior Wreckerator Has Become The Master
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Welcome to another installment of...
*Confessions of a Master Baker!*
*"Ordinary bakers. Extraordinary feats of bad judgment."*
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