We've got a serious problem. KikiBH and MrGoose are here, drinking too much and on some kind of crazed mission to buy "gen-yew-wine Kansas firearms without paying no taxes!" Kiki has stolen our spoons, but won't admit it. I don't think any of us have slept in days. To make it worse, my brand new death robot cannot spell, and apparently is having some trouble getting its satellite uplink in order to grab data from the chips imbedded in everyone's brain.
I don't know how this is going to end, but I predict it will be ugly.
I don't know how this is going to end, but I predict it will be ugly.
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honey buns, did you send me a single pink rose?
someone did. and if it was the abuser here at this work place i'm going to launch this single stem vase through the nearest plate glass window.
what else... um... well... i just am not ready for today. i think it's going to take until about noon.
[Edited on Mar 20, 2006 8:56AM]