Don’t know how I missed this delightful little parady song:
My Cubicle, My cubicle
It’s One of Sixty two
It’s my small space in a crowded place
Just a six-by-six foot booth
And I hate it that’s the truth
[Thanks, Matthew]
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“Now that’s how you scrub a fucking bloodstain” — Al Swearengen
An old buddy of mine moved into this tiny, tiny living space (bedroom/living room/kitchen all the same room)to focus on his law school studies. The previous tenant had needle-pointed and framed a cute little sign a la Whitman sampler, which hung on the wall, simply stating, “Cubicle, Sweet Cubicle.” Dead-on accurate.