Michigan skeeters are as big as Chinook helicopters.
Well, let's see...my blood type hasn't changed. If it isn't the spicy foods then it must be the beer.
Okay: Drink beer. Lots. Even if it doesn't keep the skeeters away, who gives a fuck? You've got beer!
Does that mean I can leave early?
I say yes with all the authority conveyed by being "Some dude on the Internet".
omnis:
By all the power vested in me by my own IMMENSE ego, by all the arrogance of ME who should have all this arrogance because, hey! ME! I hereby declare that you shall be released from this and any and all meetings that hereby prohibit you from playing some game on some console, or whatever.
Tell your bureaucratic overlords THAT, and if they have a problem send them to me and I'll kick the shit out of them.
I'm thinking about leaving in the next few.
The bad today: I'm having trouble getting stuff for online from another department causing a lot of last minute scrambling when we discover it.
The good today: I wrote a thing for our blog and it's up! You can see it on my FB profile, if you'd like!
Michigan and Wisconsin have a rivalry over who grows the biggest mosquitoes but I'm sure Assateague Island has them both beat.
No, you can't leave.
Actually, I think you totally should, but I'm willing to play the role of "someone [who] is wrong on the internet" so that you have an excuse to go engage in battle right now and therefore have to leave the meeting.
The Internet needs a "Day Without Being Wrong".
The Internet needs a "Day Without Being Wrong".
Also known as "The Day the Internet Died."
The Internet needs a "Day Without Being Wrong".
I could use one of those myself.