It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.
One of my coworkers has a cyst on his lower back. Well, he claims it's a cyst... but we know better. Nobody has a cyst on their lower back. Cysts on the lower back are called tails. So basically what I'm saying is, one of my coworkers has a tail.
This coworker flies back and forth from Chicago to Baton Rouge, and said his tail hurts him during the flight. So he's decided to get it removed.
So I would like to dedicate this blog entry to the tail, an amazing specimen which has given us lots of laughs over the past couple of days. Here's to you and all your future journeys. Until you get lopped off, of course. Then we hope you rest in peace.
So Tail, you may want to make the most of your final days, like going out to swing from a tree, grabbing cans of beer from the fridge with your prehensile strength, letting your host human chase you, or lifting up skirts unbeknownst to your human master. We just know that, when our coworker arrives back in Baton Rouge, he will be without one of the best parts about him. We'll miss you!
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