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And, therefore, if I complain about pricing accuracy and dirty shopping carts and people spying on me, I. am. God.
Help. I'm drowning in stupid people.
Help. I'm drowning in stupid people.
Jun. 22nd, 2004
Be your own man.
Jun. 22nd, 2004 08:07 pmRight, so I finally dug this out. And it's still damned hilarious. Two nights in IRC where Ryss and I accidentally RP Sam and Jack. I swear, we never start *out* intending to....
I've kept a lot of the pertinent stuff, but probably missed some. For the record:
Lyssie=Sarya=Sam_Carter
Alryssa=Nightwing=JackO`Neill
The rest are... people. Who aren't us.
( It's long )
I've kept a lot of the pertinent stuff, but probably missed some. For the record:
Lyssie=Sarya=Sam_Carter
Alryssa=Nightwing=JackO`Neill
The rest are... people. Who aren't us.
( It's long )
Playin' with this bow and arrow
Jun. 22nd, 2004 08:10 pmTwo things made my afternoon actually survivable.
The first was Christi's Sam/Jack fic, which had me giggling the entire damned time. If I had a link, I'd tell you to go read it.
The second was the comment card I logged from the man who had sabotaged eggs.
Seriously.
"Also, one carton of Eggland blah, blah eggs was sabotaged. There was an empty brown egg shell in one of the spots. I didn't find out until I was already home." - or, words to that effect.
Sabotaged. Eggs.
I could not make this shit up, man.
Of course, this is also after previously hearing the story of the guy who found a piece of buckshot in his meat, was emotionally tramatized (yeah, right) and decided that in recompense, he'd accept a boat from the store. So he could take his family on vacation and assauge their emotional pain.
Yeah. Can I start the mass killings soon?
The first was Christi's Sam/Jack fic, which had me giggling the entire damned time. If I had a link, I'd tell you to go read it.
The second was the comment card I logged from the man who had sabotaged eggs.
Seriously.
"Also, one carton of Eggland blah, blah eggs was sabotaged. There was an empty brown egg shell in one of the spots. I didn't find out until I was already home." - or, words to that effect.
Sabotaged. Eggs.
I could not make this shit up, man.
Of course, this is also after previously hearing the story of the guy who found a piece of buckshot in his meat, was emotionally tramatized (yeah, right) and decided that in recompense, he'd accept a boat from the store. So he could take his family on vacation and assauge their emotional pain.
Yeah. Can I start the mass killings soon?