Note to boys: You will look sexier in this tie. Trufax.
Natter 66: Get Your Kicks.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, pandas, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
The World According to San Francisco
Oh, dear. I'd point out "Euro Napa" to the guy from Paris in the next cube, but I'm worried it would just depress him. (He's already sad about what we call bread in these parts.)
The guy who's living life larger than life over the cube wall is now admitting to have eaten human flesh. I just...I don't even.
The guy who's living life larger than life over the cube wall is now admitting to have eaten human flesh.
I think I prefer my cube-neighbors. Bread issues and all.
Umm he's lying?
The guy who's living life larger than life over the cube wall is now admitting to have eaten human flesh. I just...I don't even.
Hopefully he didn't kill anyone to get the human flesh.
Was the human flesh he ate off a dead person? Discarded tissue from a live person? We need to know!
Was it his own? In what fucking context?
Somebody did just send me a link to an article from the Harvard Business Review that combines a zombie metaphor with analysis of workplace pitfalls. Is he shuffling around and moaning?
Was it his own?
Yeah, that too.
In what fucking context?
Hopefully, no fucking was involved.
A while ago I saw a brownie pan that was designed so every piece had at least one edge.
That would be no good in my family, because the space doesn't look big enough to ice the brownies. (My family like cakey brownies with frosting.)