Must Get Back To Work and Be Amongst My Peoples

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They need me.

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  1. OwenJuly 22, 2009 at 3:35 AM

    Nice photo... maybe it could be altered to say "B U R P " ?

    And if the Beatles could just be persuaded to walk across the road here, then the image would really be complete...

    Indeed, your people need assistance... looks like the "Leave no child behind" missed a few in spelling skills. Good luck ...

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  2. cathwrynnJuly 22, 2009 at 4:05 AM

    I KNEW if I looked hard enough I could find that damn missing portal!!!

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  3. YogaforCynicsJuly 22, 2009 at 7:02 AM

    You do realize that Bmup is Turkish for "Drive Carefully," right?

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  4. SilliyakJuly 22, 2009 at 7:15 AM

    Hey! Furlough my a** one day a week and work quality suffers!

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  5. aimsJuly 22, 2009 at 9:42 AM

    *laughing over here*

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  6. LydiaJuly 22, 2009 at 1:15 PM

    Did you notice that the co-worker who painted the word coming in the other direction got it right?

    Are you returning to the hospital?

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  7. Teresa aka TessJuly 22, 2009 at 2:41 PM

    Uhh, duh!!!
    You are such a laugh riot.....
    Great pic.

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  8. PyzahnJuly 22, 2009 at 2:59 PM

    I think it stands for Beam Me Up in text talk.

    Hey, I noticed that "Brains" photo on your LinkWithin. I'm proud to say that's from my home town,

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  9. La FraméricaineJuly 23, 2009 at 2:21 AM

    That is sooooo cooool!

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  10. Sarah AnneJuly 24, 2009 at 12:10 AM

    Oh, boy. It's like the time I saw some construction workers painting the word "SHCOOL" by the park. Oops.

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