Whitney Houston files for divorce. And I had such high hopes for those kids. [link]
Well, sure. How else is she gonna git with Osama? (And if she finds him, George W would like her to pleeeaase give him a call.)
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Whitney Houston files for divorce. And I had such high hopes for those kids. [link]
Well, sure. How else is she gonna git with Osama? (And if she finds him, George W would like her to pleeeaase give him a call.)
Lazy cynicism=too lazy to snark?
More like too lazy to do anything but snark. Not that that applies to me. In any way.
(For instance, see the above post. You don't see
me
out tromping around Afghanistan, I mean IraqPakistan looking for OBL, do you? Lazy-ass liberalism strikes again. Unlike our fearless leadership who are -- what was that? Pakistan said let's not bother? Nevermind.)
More like too lazy to do anything but snark. Not that that applies to me. In any way
::whistles nonchalantly::
"Why do you keep insisting on calling it that?"
1) Actually, you called it that. Tell me what else to call it.
2) Because that's what it's called.
Somehow the migraine I drugged and napped away between meetings didn't come back.
I'm eating wasabi potato chips. I'm not sure yet if they're good or nasty...
I'm addicted to them. They're hot, salty goodness, weirdly sweet, completely wrong, and undoubtedly bad for my health, which, when I look at my fictional loves, now makes complete sense.
Oh, fuck. They're threatening to haul out the cowbell for real now. Ceremony, they say.
The hell?
I'm addicted to them. They're hot, salty goodness, weirdly sweet, completely wrong, and undoubtedly bad for my health, which, when I look at my fictional loves, now makes complete sense.
t SPP BEAMS
I am so hurt. After I created that lovely tabbed e-mail, someone wants the status report in Word. Because they lose e-mails.
Admittedly, this isn't someone who got the lovely tabbed status report. Maybe that's why he just doesn't understand.
Well, if I had to guess what lazy cynicism is...
I couldn't be bothered. It wouldn't matter, anyhow. I don't think.
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ita, what the hell is this cowbell deal? The first few mentions I saw of it, I thought it was some sort of exercise. Then today, I read things that seem to indicate someone has an actual cowbell at work, to...what...summon people?
You could offer to do the report in Word, print it out and then staple it to their forehead, so they will be sure not to lose it.