are you going to let her desecrate the goat curry that way?
Em's under instructions to head butt her in the pubic bone if she even tries. Never fear.
Given I'm at the point where I'm smelling eddies in the space time continuum, I think it's an absolute miracle I've been pre-migraine ALL FREAKING DAY without going over into migraine.
Not necessarily a miracle I'd have voted for, but still.
At least my 2006 Professional Plan is complete. Draftwise. Now, onto the next document.
Which is why you should update the story to say the F1 key instead.
This assumes that your unsophisticated computer user has any clue what those F-keys do.
This assumes that your unsophisticated computer user has any clue what those F-keys do.
They're backup keys, in case something happens to the 'F' key...
I have never fallen asleep on the phone, at the very least.
This assumes that your unsophisticated computer user has any clue what those F-keys do.
No, see, it assumes that if you know what the F1 key does in
theory
but not in practise that you're even funnier. Or that if you update the joke without noticing what you've lost we can laugh at you. And if you do notice what you lost, we laugh with you.
See how much laughing there is?
Huh. I just realised that neither of my keyboards at work have a DELiver key. I haven't thought about that for forever.
Seth is unemployed again:
NBC has decided to dethrone Four Kings, its new comedy created by Max Mutchnick and David Kohan, who were also responsible for Will & Grace. After putting the show on hiatus for five weeks, the network brought it back last Thursday, on a night when it would only have to compete against an early round of the NCAA basketball tournament instead of Survivor.It tanked, however (so did Will & Grace), and NBC decided to replace it with repeats of My Name Is Earl, which began Thursday night.
Seth is unemployed again:
I'm in good company. Except he's still the producer of Robot Chicken. And he can pay his mortgage.
Is it for sure, for sure, David? You, I mean?
I'm in good company. Except he's still the producer of Robot Chicken. And he can pay his mortgage.
Well, yeah. But on the other hand, you don't have a mortgage to pay or not pay, and he doesn't have a book contract to write about one of the coolest singer/songwriters of the last 50 years. IMO, you come out about even.
eta: Plus, he's losing a job he probably kinda likes and is happy with, whereas you're escaping from a seething nest of Stepford fuckweasels.