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I have been having the strangest dreams lately One version; Joe Montana knocks on the front door and scolds me for "failing Barney", he growls "you let him down, what kind of person lets a helpless man die"
Another version I am in a job interview and it is going well until Joe walks in and whispers in the ear of the interviewer and both glare at me.
Another version I am in a job interview and it is going well until Joe walks in and whispers in the ear of the interviewer and both glare at me.
I miss Barney.
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