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Yeah buddy. You're cool. You and your finger that you've got sticking up in the air directed towards me.
You're a terrible drive and I honked my horn at your because you almost took the front of my car off. Your response...show me your finger. That's really cool and adult of you to do that. I want to grow up to be just like you some day. I can go around and solve all my problems by showing people my finger too.
Not only would I show folks my finger out my car window, but I'd do like you did and stop in a right-hand turn lane where a stop isn't required. I'd stop there at the next major intersection and wait for the person that honked at me to pull up to the light. Then I'd show them my finger a second time. A double dose of the finger. That's totally rad, dude.
You must be cool now, showing everybody your finger. You could have used it for so many other productive things, like picking your nose or scratching an itch, but no, you chose to show it to me. How kind of you.
Don't worry though, I'll miss you and your finger. Their memories will be with me forever.
What a cute finger.
You will never have the minute it took you to read this back. Deal with it :). |
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My new favorite work toy:
At more than a quarter of a million to lease for a year, this isn't exactly "my" toy, but since there were seven being unused in our lab, I thought I'd do my best to fiddle with what I could. The touchscreen feature is also a gimmick, at best.
And we wonder why companies claim to be having financial problems. Perhaps obscure purchases and leases are one way they could improve their business practices, resulting in a better bottom-line.
Nonetheless...it's come in handy.
This past week's work schedule:
Monday: 9:00am-9:30pm
Tuesday: 7:30am-8:20pm
Wednesday: 9:15am-8pm
Thursday: 9:15am-2:30am
Friday: 9:50am-6:40pm
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Follow Obama to la-la land
After watching the Obama infomercial Wednesday evening, I had the urge to hook arms with Joe the Plumber and skip down a yellow brick road through a field of flowers chasing butterflies with visions of Santa’s gifts dancing in my head.
Pat Carter
Independence, MO
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