It always takes me a few minutes in the morning to process "Smudgy foreheads...ashes...Wednesday...Ash Wednesday!" and then a few more before I remember that Ash Wednesday is the day after Fat Tuesday, and always has been. But somehow, I can never remember in advance from one year to the next.
Natter Five-O: Book 'Em, Danno.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Dagnabbit, the Diet Coke I just bought is flat. I hate that!
Dagnabbit, the Diet Coke I just bought is flat. I hate that!
How does that happen? Evil gnomes sneaking into stockrooms and opening up soda containers?
Well, now I'm afraid it was Tampered With, since it was sitting by itself in front of several lined-up rows of bottles.
Jesse, you're gonna DIE!
Now I'm hold with a nice lady at Coke who keeps saying "wow -- that's completely not to our standards." Now the issue is being "heavily documentated."
So that's good. If I wake up dead, at least the world will know why!
Oh, man, I'm miserable. Came into work because I have no sick leave yet, and everything hurts. Breathing, talking, drinking, coughing. Coughing really hurts--my throat feels absolutely raw from all the coughing I did last night. But I have to cough because I have gunk in my chest!
My brother who gave me this cold owes me big time. Bastard.
Plus, you'll probably get a coupon for a free Coke.
Shit I Didn't Say: "Not only is what you are asking me to do incredibly stupid, you also misspelled it."
Tell 'em there's a MOUSE in your Diet Coke!!!