The squeak on the front door to our office sounds strangely like Terminator X’s scratches on “Rebel Without A Pause.” Every time I’ve opened the door this week my mind has jumped to “the rhythm, the rebel.” Unfortunately, maintenance oiled the hinges last night. On the bright side, my friend Lindsay said his office fax machine sounds eerily like “Miuzi Weighs a Ton.”
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