It would only last about half a second before he hurtled himself out of the room backwards and never. fucking. let. himself. in. again.
Or, it would keep happening every half second because he hoped to see DJ with her shirt off, again.
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It would only last about half a second before he hurtled himself out of the room backwards and never. fucking. let. himself. in. again.
Or, it would keep happening every half second because he hoped to see DJ with her shirt off, again.
Oh, dear Lord. That person should be misdemeanor homicide.(And sox, in Bodymore, Murderland, nobody would know it was you.) And I say that knowing I'm pretty ignorant about computing. But sometimes you have to touch the fucker and make it work.
I used to have a cow-irker who would walk into my office without knocking when the door was closed ... which I usually did when changing pantyhose or something I didn't want to do in public. She did this so many times that I took to bracing one of my guest chairs in front of the door so it wouldn't open ... and the next time, she forced the door open, with the chair skidding across the carpet. jeepers.
And I used to work with some people - on in particular - who kept trying to open image files in Word. Inevitably, I'd get a call complaining that they couldn't open it ... and I'd have to walk them through the process of inserting it into their Word file. Never did catch on. sigh.
I bet they don't have those kind of computer problems there.
Ha! I worked with electrical engineers for years and most were a completely clueless lot who didn't know how to find files if they weren't in "My Recent Documents" and who put hard returns at the end of every line.
Opening a locked door is just wrong.
Or, it would keep happening every half second because he hoped to see DJ with her shirt off, again.
Heh.
The one time I walked in on a co-worker changing I nearly died. Maybe I'm just too demure and shit.
meara: the game show is called Merv Griffin's Crosswords and it starts out with two people filling in crossword clues (you say the answer, then spell it as it appears on the board), then three more people come in and try to "spoil" the two in front by answering clues the front two have missed. If you successfully spoil you take over one of the two front podiums. If you are at one of the front two podiums when time runs out, with the most money, you win! Then there's a bonus round where you try to fill in the rest of the puzzle in 90 seconds.
Omnis: most of the cats I have known were not allowed in the lease. Sure you could lose your security deposit but: kitty!
eta: my coworker changing story. At the carriage barn we had a shared dressing room. One time someone asked me to get a message to another driver who was up there changing. She was a czech expat and oh so curvy and sweet. She was wearing a red bra when I came in the room and I didn't even notice I was staring at it but she did as she started to wiggle and squirm for my amusement. Ahh I miss those perverted people.
I just got an e-mail from an experimental theatre near me. Does anyone think Faulkner's As I Lay Dying performed by puppets is a good idea?
Ginger, that has to be a joke. Right?
It's real [link]
eta: I've been to quite a few shows at Push Push and most have been pretty good. I just can't quite fathom the brain that thought it would be a good idea to base a puppet show on a book told from multiple stream of consciousness points of view about people with the IQ of dirt.
Does anyone think Faulkner's As I Lay Dying performed by puppets is a good idea?
God help me, I think it's an awesome idea. The only way it could be better is doing it in 30 seconds performed by bunnies, or possibly Weebl and Bob; or maybe the entire Faulkner canon as done by the Reduced Shakespeare Co. But I'm one sick twist, so don't listen to me.