My co-worker chews with his mouth opened. He eats the same lunch everyday. Peanut Butter sandwhich and sliced apple. I hate hearing the sucking noises and the crunching 5ft away. What evil things can I do to him?
Sorry to keep you waiting, but I’ve been on vacation for the past few days and only set up my dial up connection for my laptop this morning.
I used the Windows Character Map and picked out the superscript three.
The same man who but the sham in the shamalamadingdong. Unfortunately, history has forgotten his name.
I am really Michael Ellis. Really.
I am no kind of whore, sir or ma’am.
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No.
However, “Sexually Transmitted Death” would be an excellent name for a band.
For average. I think it makes a nice change from Good and Evil.
Several years ago. It’s really overrated IMO.
Probably.
Those are good enough, I think.
Dunno. Probably.
Ross Perot.
Dublin, probably.
Negatively charged plasma.
You could buy a squirt gun and fire it at his mouth while he chews, or maybe film him secretly and distribute the video on the internet under the title of ‘disgusting manners’. Apart from that, I can’t think of anything else right now.
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No, I am simply a millionaire playboy spending my nights on the town, putting on the ritz. When I get into my limo, they start screaming epithets and quickly scramble themselves off my face. Perhaps I should redecorate my limo?