When I worked at an agricultural chemicals warehouse, we had walkie-talkies to communicate between the main office and the warehouse. I hated using the things. One time I said some long sentence about filling an order and how I thought we could manage to get it delivered under near-impossible conditions. Then the office manager asked if I could repeat it. And I had to say, "No, because I don't remember what I said."
All the warehouse guys laughed at me for at least a week on that one.
Oh, I hate having to repeat what I just said, because I don't keep a tape running. Hubby does, darn him.
Someone call JZ. I'm in Salon letters and I can't get out.
Someone call JZ. I'm in Salon letters and I can't get out.
She's psychically telling you to flee and save your sanity! It's Not WORTH IT!!!!
JACQUELINE, THOSE PEOPLE ARE SO CRAQZY AND
SOMEBODY
NEEDS TO TELL THEM THEY ARE FUCKING
WRONG
Yes. But not YOU. Because your mental health is more important than theirs. Step away from Salon.
JACQUELINE, THOSE PEOPLE ARE SO CRAQZY AND SOMEBODY NEEDS TO TELL THEM THEY ARE FUCKING WRONG
Oh, well that's different. If they're wrong you should straighten them out.
DO YOU PEOPLE NOT KNOW ME AT ALL???? I AM AN ASS HOLE WHEN SOMETHING BUGS ME AND I CANNOT SHUT UP UNTIL I NEED TO WALK THE DOG OR SOMETHING
Seriously, lady, I'm beligerent (sp?) as they get. Quit linking to a website so thick with propaganda that Joey Goebbels would have to tip his hat.
(Is Godwin's Law invoked if the other party is to butt-ignorant to get the reference?)
ION, clafoutis is huge and cooling on my stove. Tomorrow it shall be devoured by Goths.
OK, its safe to come out now. I have been clafoutis cured -- its soooo pretty.