if she were a dog in Atlanta...

... then Kelly would be strangled or drowned for her poor performance. Other people in the world have accountability to their responsibilities. Doctors. Podiatrists. Homeopathists. Chiropractors. Other quasi doctors. Nurse practitioners. THEY all have responsibilities and accountability. A duty, if you will. So in such a world, where children are punished for their misbehavior, professionals are sanctioned for their misdeeds, and nations are invaded for their violation of UN weapons inspections, how, you ask, do the supposed keepers of the officeavocado blog get away with week after week of silence?

I, for one, have no clue what's happening to Hugo. If I passed him on the street, I wouldn't even recognize him. I might stop and wonder why there's an avocado plant on the street, but no guarantees as to recognition. Is he grown? Is he healthy? Has he been eating his soil? (the soil which, I might add, I carried back to 19-240/241) I would like to hear some news. Relent, you hard-hearted harbingers of humor. Tell the world. It's dying to hear.

Speaking of dying, all you other bystanders who work daily near 19-240/241, who pass and observe Hugo on a daily basis, you too bear responsibility in the matter. Hugo will kill you too if no one writes about him soon.

In closing, Hugo would like to say to all his fans out there IHAVENOIDEAWHATHUGOWOULDSAYBECAUSEIHAVEN'THEARDFROMORABOUTHIMINMONTHSANDYOU'REKILLINGTHEHARDWORKANDPROGRESSIPERSONALLYLABOREDTOWARDSFOROHSOMANYMONTHSDAMNYOUDAMNYOUALLTOHELL