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My kid is strange. I like that about her. When I got to work this morning, the message light on my phone was on. When I retrieved it, this is what I heard (spoken in a 8-year-old version’s of a Valley Girl/surfer voice):
“Like, um, hi. I’m a high pressure ham salesman and I’m, like, selling ham. I’m also, like, selling chicken. Oh yeah, and I’m also selling these pet vacuums that will totally pick up your pet’s hair and oh, man, is it awesome. It’s called the Pet Vac and the other stuff is called ham. And chicken. Anyway, I didn’t really want to sell this stuff but, like, I was desperate for a job and all, so I am. So, like, if you want to buy some, let me know. Well, later, dude. I’ve gotta go get my nose pierced now. Bye.”
