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Your cat (named Meatloaf, of course) and some cash for pizza and beer. Thanks, Dad.

DOG! I mean I need to take my DOG to the vet... Crap.

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I knew some day my crimes would catch up to me, but not like this...

John, our dayshift supervisor, asked me where his scraggly old poinsettia went. I had no clue. But since I'd offered to get him a replacement for a couple of $ I was his first suspect. So the Monday after thanksgiving he'd questioned, more like interrogated, me where it had gone. He asked around and got no answer. Finally he told me to ask Dan and Sue, our cleaners. Here is Dans written confession.