Well, Phil finally showed up to give me a ride back to the office. We were just getting ready to go get a cab when I got the feeling that airport security was ethincally profiling us. We ducked into a restroom, which according to the urnial bisquit, is the cleanest airport restroom in the world. Anyway I heard them talking about us on their radio, so we leaped in some guys bag.
Next thing you know We are in New York City.
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