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My imaginary friend made me stay home that day. I would never attend a meeting that would have me as a participant. I'm trying to kick my High Noon habit. Al is an enabler of my need for imbibery and debauchery President Obama called me into a high level security meeting on how to solve the problems in Iraq and Afghanistan. My flip chart was stolen from my car on the way to HN, and all my exhibits blew away in the wind, leaving me with only one small 3 X 5 card and no exhibits. Dog ate my speech. On the way to HN I stumbled on to a robbery in progress where I disarmed the bad guys but the police wanted me to stay behind to fill out paperwork. I couldn't get the door open to the building. I fell and couldn't get up. I wrote my speech in the wrong language and couldn't understand what I wrote. I was on the agenda as a speaker. My boss found out I was trying to improve myself. Last time Warren spoke I got a paper cut from his flip chart. I have a tremendous fear of public listening. |
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