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Playin' with this bow and arrow
Two 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?