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*snicker*

People are so cute.

"X-Files is the longest running SF/Fantasy show in history."

Awww. *pats the American-centric person*

Hrm. I should find socks.

And. Dude. People need to entertain me today. It's gonna be looooong. And probably no email access. Sigh.

A.j.'s piece of ass...

As mentioned, at some point....

( C'mon, guess... )

ohmigod!

Words can not describe the amusement factor contained within a customer named Jo Grant, who works at the Second Harvest Foodbank.

Soylent Green is people, yo!

(and fungus kills maggots. ;)

hissss

WARNING: Political dogma ahead... Although, first, we have a man who needs to understand simplicity.

Ok, so this guy spends four pages prattling on about his fabulous media crap, and finally, in the second to last paragraph says something convoluted about how he waits for us to give him our advertising business.... DUDE! Next time? First paragraph, "I'm writing to offer you the opportunity to advertise with our shows, and here's why I think you will...." Simplicity. It's what's for dinner.

So, it occurs to me, the man needs a Jack on his staff. Or a Timey.

Hrm.

...and now I have a guy bitching because the only brie sold in the store is French, and he refuses to buy something made in France. You fuckhead! You imbecilic, impotent, unimportant little man! You have no CONCEPT of what life is really like!

Speaking of which, isn't Brie French to begin with? Or is it German... (heheheh. So, if I call him a Nazi skinhead, do I lose the argument?)

For the record, he specifically says he 'will not purchase french products'. Fucker. Asshat. Moron. Can I get a refund on the oxygen he's costing my planet?

*refrains from sweeping statement about bigots living in America*

Hrm...

I suppose this might count as a spoiler-type thing. But. Eh.

Sorta future shippy bit.
( on with the dialogue... )

oh, dear god.

So. Driving home soon.

Love you all.

Will miss you.

Will miss the not-seeing-Jack-tonight even more.

*sobs*