At various times in my life, I've wanted to be this generation's Walter Payton, this generation's Bill Murray, this generation's John Lennon and this generation's Bill Veeck. However, more and more I'm resigning myself to the fact that I am going to have to settle for being this generation's Charlie Brown. The other day at work, Billy and I were looking at our four digit phone extensions, wondering if they spelled anything or not. His spells out "Mr. B.L.", which is pretty cool because that's actually his initials. Mine? It spells out "Mump".
* sigh*
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