And only 1 cup between them.
Spike's Bitches 45: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I'll politely ignore P-C and quote The 35th in May to end my day and go to bed:
Anyway, they were walking along Glacis Street and the uncle asked: "What's with the glum face?", when someone pulled on his jacket. When the two turned around, there was a big black horse. With a straw hat. It asked politely: "Have you by any chance a lump of sugar on you?"
Konrad and the uncle shook their heads.
"In that case, please excuse the trouble", said the horse and lifted his hat. As it prepared to leave, uncle Ringelhuth asked: "Can I offer you a cigarette?" "Thanks but no", replied the horse, "I'm a non-smoker." It bowed and trotted towards Albert Place, halted in front of a delicatessen and left its tongue hanging from its mouth.
"We should have invited the horse for lunch", the uncle said, "it looks hungry". Then he looked at Konrad and asked: "What's the matter, Konrad? You're not even listening!"
"I have to write a paper on the south seas."
"About the south seas?", the uncle said, "now that is dire."
"It is terrible", Konrad replied. "Everyone who is good at maths has to do the blasted south seas. Because we lack imagination! Everyone else has to describe a house being built. That is a piece of cake compare to the south seas. That's what you get for being good a mathematics!"
"You may not have an imagination", said Uncle Ringelhuth, "but I'm your uncle and that's just as well. We'll present your teacher with a south sea that he won't know what hit him!"
Then he stepped of the sidewalk with one foot and hobbled on. Even Konrad was just a human, he got amused.
And when the hobbling uncle greeted a man and right afterwards said: "Disgusting, that was my enforcement officer", the boy could not help himself and giggled as if tickled.
Seriously the doctor just called to remind my office that he "is the busiest man in his profession" in case we forgot how very important he is. I may have to get another cup of coffee before I can properly address his problem. Which requires transferring a couple GB of data from his server since he hosed his machine. Think I should abort the file transfer and start over to see if it can go quicker?
I really do try and fix stuff as quickly as possible but not all is under my control.
I wonder if the office could tell the very busy doctor that the laws of physics don't know how busy he is, the processes to repair his screw up are done by machines, and can't be done faster than the machine is physically able to operate. Not as smart ass as he deserves, but maybe simple enough that even an arrogant idiot can understand it.
Yeah, he is not so much with the listening and being reasonable. Shockingly, he is also the type to be obnoxious to the other office staff then be all sweet when he gets me on the phone. I am working from home. grumble
oh Laura, I know that particular pain. I'm in DC ... where one of the favorite decorating elements seems to be pompous grass.
Laura, tell him if he keeps hitting the Enter key on his computer it will go faster.
I just made it rain by spraying Roundup. For my next tricks, I will water and leave my umbrella in the car. It's an absolute frog-strangler out there, too, and graphically illustrating my drainage problems.
I'm loading software onto a Windows 7 machine while working on an XP machine. It's kind of like rubbing your tummy while patting your head.
Do keyboards have Del keys anymore? Totally tell him it's for Deliver.
Dear Dr. Air O'Gant,
We have two speeds; if you don't like this one, you ain't gonna like the other. So shut your cakehole.
No love, us
Dear Dr. Air O'Gant
K in the office will use this rename.
Thanks all, I suspected you had dealt with him before.