~laughter~ What a TotP that is. ~shakes my head and puts some clothes on~
Aren't beard and nekkid mutually exclusives terms?
Oh, you're referring to clothes. Nevermind.
You should try them on. The wonders of Urisight.Nope, that's just the Innuendovision goggles you're wearing.o.O
Are you being tainted by my presence?
This puts a disturbing twist on the Ur-examples TVTropes loves...
Welp, subbing lined up for the next three days. At least I get to relax a bit on Friday.
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Welp, scrubbing lined up for the next three days. At least I get to relax a bit on Friday.
FIFY.
Cleanliness is next to omygawdliness. FAWESOME!
*waits patiently with a loufa and a jug of wine*
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IDIOTS
Hugs
*pulls out dino-sized loufa and a bottle of bourbon*
I had Chipotle for lunch and left-overs for dinner. Best Mexican food I've had by far.
Now I've come to realize that Taco Bell sucks.
So here is a link for my non facebook FAWTL brethren, or for those not on my facebook, of my personal geek collection.
Good night everybody.
I had Chipotle for lunch and left-overs for dinner. Best Mexican food I've had by far.
Now I've come to realize that Taco Bell sucks.
I've had Chipotle and Qdoba both pretty frequently over the past ~8 years. They're generally my go-to if I want Mexican fast-food.
I still like Taco Bell personally. I just don't ever consider mistaking it for actual Mexican food. It's just Taco Bell. It's its own category. Kind of like McDonalds and Burger King. Compared to pretty much anything else, they're not really hamburgers, they just look like them.
IDIOTS
How does possession of ovaries keep one from being good at math? I don't understand.
i really hate people sometimes.
Sorry you had to deal with that sort of idiot. :(
How does possession of ovaries keep one from being good at math? I don't understand.
IDIOTS
I'm pretty sure the only way to understand that bit of illogic is from a position in which one's cranium is obstructing one's cloaca...
Huzzah! bacon!
He never shares breasts! Or thighs, for that matter! At least not until he passes out from too much Jagger, and the women need [redacted] to [redacted] and [redacted].He didn't share even with his own cat. Don't count on getting any.You have five pieces of popeyes breast?!
Stay where you are. I'm heading in your direction.
Contrary to popular belief, it isn't the Jager that does that.
It's the Black Haus and Bacardi 151.
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This puts a disturbing twist on the Ur-examples TVTropes loves...You should try them on. The wonders of Urisight.Nope, that's just the Innuendovision goggles you're wearing.o.O
Are you being tainted by my presence?
What's more disturbing is the rule 34 I could invoke ...
heh heh
Well, I just had to utter the phrase "Sorry, I'll try not to crit next turn."
Like they've never opened a rift in spacetime and vanished the grappled enemy for two rounds...
IDIOTS
Really? Those people are still out there? At least tell us he was a doddering old fool who won't be with us much longer.
How does possession of ovaries keep one from being good at math? I don't understand.
IDIOTS
Same way possession of ovaries keeps from being any good at driving a car or barbecuing, I presume.
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In this case it is mostly about an idiot can't do his freaking job or understand simple freaking English, talking depreciatingly to me about how he understands how hard this stuff is because he's DOING IT WRONG AND WON'T LISTEN to me explain for the fourth time why he's wrong because he's so sorry for me because I'm a stupid female. So he hounded me for an hour to drop a more important emergency to deal with his screw up, then wasted an hour of my time with something that wasn't even freaking broken, then escalated it to my boss asking that some male help me out, then escalated it to his boss and called me on the phone in a conference with his boss to "help me".
Whereupon his boss actually stepped through with us and realized this guy is a and quickly backed off.
f!*#ers.
Sorry for bringing it back up.
Caffeine and breakfast pizza. Mmmm.
Kinda surprised I didn't wreck on the way in. Stupid groggy this morning.
Bojangles opens down the street from my house tomorrow morning. Should make getting to work... interesting.
*tries to remember to leave 5-10 minutes early*
I miss my salty nuts.
Did Mrs. Zombeh take 'em with her on her trip? Maybe, when she gets back, you can talk her into a sweet and salty treat. Just go to the store and buy some Hershey's chocolate syrup. And sprinkles. Sprinkles make everything better.
Apparently, dragons have micronuts and zombies have salty ones. Therefore, undead dragons have salty micronuts. Poor bastards.
Bojangles opens down the street from my house tomorrow morning. Should make getting to work... interesting.
*tries to remember to leave 5-10 minutes early*
I had the Bojangles once. Doc gave me a cream to clear it up.
No need to [redacted] prematurely. Don't want to make that a habit.
I feel slightly better after a bubble bath and [redacted]. :P
Mmmm....bubbles....
*heads to the store to buy a new loufa*
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Dating advice, courtesy of my roommate:
"You better ask her out! Dude, you got charisma like motherf+%!ing Slim Shady MacGyver!"
Thanks, bro.
You, me, HD, and maybe Moorluck need to hit the town. We'll get into trouble.
I feel slightly better after a bubble bath and reading through a Pathfinder novel. :P
this guy just better he happy he works in the office down the street. if I see his stupid ass, I will not be responsible for what I do to him.
I must say, as disappointed as I am in his stupidity, I am impressed by your vengefulness.
Damn but that was a good ep of Transformers Prime.
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So done with that job. Only was able to handle 1/2 a day. It was a Monday. In spades. Walked home, all 4 1/2 miles. Lost my Dr. Pepper about 1/4 a mile from work. It fell out of my hands and hit the lid just perfect to send it shooting like a rocket into Gypsum Creek 25 ft away.
Sometimes, it's time to walk out.
So done with that job. Only was able to handle 1/2 a day. It was a Monday. In spades. Walked home, all 4 1/2 miles. Lost my Dr. Pepper about 1/4 a mile from work. It fell out of my hands and hit the lid just perfect to send it shooting like a rocket into Gypsum Creek 25 ft away.
Holy cow. That bites. =(
So done with that job. Only was able to handle 1/2 a day. It was a Monday. In spades. Walked home, all 4 1/2 miles. Lost my Dr. Pepper about 1/4 a mile from work. It fell out of my hands and hit the lid just perfect to send it shooting like a rocket into Gypsum Creek 25 ft away.Holy cow. That bites. =(
Yikes...that's awful.