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Doug's a dork.
A dork with skinny fingers.
Last night at work, I was throwing garbage out when I suddenly realized that my wedding band was missing. I'm certain that I wore it to work, but somewhere it had fallen off. Given the cold, my fingers had shrunk a little.
I think the ring flew into the industrial-grade trash compactor. I asked night crew to keep an eye out for the ring, and left notes for the openers, but no luck.
This is the *third* wedding ring I've lost. I'm just not the jewelry type, I guess.
I think we replace it with a pendant or something, or just tattoo "Property of DaKoosh" on my forehead.
Last night at work, I was throwing garbage out when I suddenly realized that my wedding band was missing. I'm certain that I wore it to work, but somewhere it had fallen off. Given the cold, my fingers had shrunk a little.
I think the ring flew into the industrial-grade trash compactor. I asked night crew to keep an eye out for the ring, and left notes for the openers, but no luck.
This is the *third* wedding ring I've lost. I'm just not the jewelry type, I guess.
I think we replace it with a pendant or something, or just tattoo "Property of DaKoosh" on my forehead.
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