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co-worker to departing other co-worker :"we appreciate your patience while we get this fixed."

me: "what if we just demand it rather than appreciate it? I mean its not going to get fixed faster if they are nice or mean."


co-worker: " But it makes them feel good to say it."

me: "yeah but what if I don;t care if they feel good? what if I just want them to cower in fear and tremble in my presence?"

co-worker: "Then you should probaly not wear that lavendar shirt."
 
Everything is giving me a headache today:

my sunglasses
Meredith Vierra
the sound of lawmowers
the sun
Kelly Ripa
that freight train....
:rolleyes:
 
lucky-E-leven said:
Unrelated...

Get over yourself already!

Last time i got over me..... I tripped and fell.... damn near broke something in two places.... :eek: :D
 
With apologies to the late Akutagawa-sama:

"Indeed, making wigs out of the hair of the dead may seem a great evil to you, but these that are here deserve no better. This woman, whose beautiful black hair I was pulling, used to sell cut and dried snake flesh at the guard barracks, saying that it was dried fish. If she hadn't died of the plague, she'd be selling it right now. The guards liked to buy from her, and used to say her fish was tasty. What she did couldn't be wrong, because if she hadn't, she would have starved to death. There was no other choice. If she knew I had to do this in order to live, she probably wouldn't care."

He sheathed his sword, and, with his left hand on its hilt, he listened to her meditatively. His right hand touched the big pimple on his cheek. As he listened, a certain courage was born in his heart--the courage which he had not had when he sat under the gate a little while ago. A strange power was driving him in the opposite direction of the courage which he had had when he seized the old woman. No longer did he wonder whether he should starve to death or become a thief. Starvation was so far from his mind that it was the last thing that would have entered it.

"Are you sure?" he asked in a mocking tone, when she finished talking. He took his right hand from his pimple, and, bending forward, seized her by the beck and said sharply:
"Then it's right if I rob you. I'd starve if I didn't."
 
lucky-E-leven said:
Why do most of my home improvements require two people? :confused:

It's one of those mysteries of the universe. It will either never be explained or if it is, the discovery will drive you mad. ;)
 
rgraham666 said:
It's one of those mysteries of the universe. It will either never be explained or if it is, the discovery will drive you mad. ;)
*grin*
Just what I need.

Actually, what I need is another pair of hands.
:rolleyes:
 
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