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Thursday, December 20, 2012

LATE BREAKING NEWS

We have just received word that Mr. Numbers brother, Mr. Texty, has taken charge of Thunderbird Productions Communications branch.

Last week the former chairman Mr. Poundkey, who replaced the beloved Mr. Numbers earlier this year, got into a horrid accent. He was still able to work but everyone was in agreement that a replacement needed to be sought. Today we have a confirmation that Mr. Texty has filled that spot.

"I'm going to try and run this branch the same way my brother did, because his methods were extremely effective and that's what this company needs." Mr. Texty said in his announcement speech earlier today. Everyone at Thunderbird productions is delighted to hear that Mr. Texty has taken charge and it is rumored that Thunderbird herself never really liked Mr. Poundkey that much anyways.

So I broke my phone. I dropped it and the screen cracked. It was still functioning, just extremely hard to read. The screen was also progressively getting worse, so I needed a new one fast.

I got my old phone, just a new version of it. It's blue instead of green, but it works the same and I'm in love.

I say farewell to my old phone's habit of butt dialing and hello to my habit of accidentally sending texts to twitter.