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My parents spent some time in their basement over Christmas looking through boxes. I'm always weary when my parents start looking through their stuff because that's when they start "passing down" items to me. Often these hand me downs are not exactly useful and so I know the likelihood is that I will end up with a few boxes full of stuff to add to my own collection of stuff. This time the damage was minimal (a 1950's Christmas bell, some vitamins, and a few of my Dad's Dilbert magazines). My Dad told me that now that I work in an office I can really appreciate Dilbert comics. He was right.




Hahaha I'm not totally sure why but this bottom one really cracks me up!

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