We here at Testicles Chowdhury, the coolest and hippest and important-est blog in all of the blogish hemisphere, have been looking through the desk of that afforementioned fired individual we mentioned several blogs ago.
Seems he had some glasses and stacks of papers in his drawer. Where did he get the glasses from? We have absolutely no idea. Unfortunately, the Mysterious Swede [our fearless leader that we are loyal to in almost religious fashion] had made it perfectly clear to us that a kitchen would not necessarily be the best thing for us. So the glasses weren't stolen or planned to be stolen from us. Very strange. Who hoards glasses? And these stacks of papers have a lot of information that we frankly can not understand.
Frankly, this is a open plea for someone to become our secretary soon. We've interviewed candidates all week long; it's been a rather auspicious time. None of us seem to know anything about invoices or anything else. So, yeah, get at us. Time is of the essence and we are planning on huge steps taken on the Earth. Furious steps that rival those of the raptors in Jurassic Park.
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