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I'm going to assume wart's wife found GRB and he's now strapped to a bed with broken, mangled feet like that guy in Misery.

cardsfansince82 wrote:I'm going to assume wart's wife found GRB and he's now strapped to a bed with broken, mangled feet like that guy in Misery.

I kinda assumed that his many children had poured grape juice into all of his computing devices.

My work area includes two overlaughers seated next to each other and it's pretty much the worst thing ever. It's an all day contest to see who can annoy me more.

"I think I'll read the comments for an informed, enlightening exchange of ideas on this story." - no one, ever

I generally like my life but I continually wonder why I accept more tasks than I can reasonably accomplish without undue stress.

Why do I feel like I'm getting screwed, and should have bought matches instead of these bbq lighters?


And why are all my musings like Andy Rooney?

It's not enough to just say thank you anymore.

Now we have to say "thank you soooo much".

How much?

earwax has a very strange smell

My manager sent me an email today that closed with "sorry for the incontinence". Should I assume it was an autocorrect/spellcheck thing for "inconvenience" or should I be concerned for her well being?

I think the apology is only for those who may have sat in the chair after her.