I have no idea why I’m laughing, but I am.
It happens sometimes. Meantime Happy Poster has been suspended while the staff decides what to do.
That word got spelled at least three different ways, and none of them were right.
Awwwwwww. You spoil all my fun.
Who did Happy Poster used to be again?
His last page or so of posts are kind of amusing, in a carcrashy way.
Angry Ranter, I think.
Angry Lurker.
Ah yes, thanks. Guess he never quite got over that whole anger thing…
It’s funnier if you read Happy Posters posts in a drunken Peter Griffin voice.
I want to know what City University of New York ever did to piss him off.
This is really turning into a fizzle and it started out with so much promise.
As a CUNY student, you’d be amazed how many forms I’ve accidentally filled out with an email address at cunt.edu.
So close and yet so far.
The boss offered him an opportunity to pay for the priviledge of publicly downing a weiner.
One wonders what majors are offered at that institution. And what the frat parties are like.
I’m anecdoting like a motherfuck!
So anyway, this woman at work told me that many years ago, she caught an accounting error that saved the company veritable shit-tons of money, for which she was awarded some shitty “Way To Go!” lapel pin. That kinda sucked.
Anectoting. That’s where you tell stories that get closer to making sense as the length of the thread approaches infinity, but never quite get there.
I just received a small outdoor blanket that folds into a bag at our company for our 100 year anniversary gift. It’s nice and all, but a blanket? really? It’s more of a sitting pad than a blanket, honestly.
For my company’s 150-year anniversary I got a set of drinking glasses.
It’s the company’s anniversary, not yours with the company. You’re lucky they got you any damned thing.