Yesterday afternoon in my office we were simultaneously being treated to the sounds of a lady who coughed until she nearly threw up, a lady cackling like a witch to someone on the telephone, and a lady down the hall squealing, “OH HIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”
Fuckin’ ladies are driving me deaf.
As I’ve said in the past, loud pipes don’t save lives if your neighbours kill you. 
Sweet zombie Jeebus. Whatever it was, it wasn’t that.
I have a new hero.
I used to work with a guy fresh off the colony who used to do that. It was pretty funny.
Apparently I’m the only one bothered by this, but can we PLEASE stop using the phrase “going forward?” It’s gotten obnoxious and patronizing and I see it everywhere!
Example (from an article on Yahoo):
See? The phrase is completely unnecessary in that sentence. :rolleyes:
I think I’ve probably made my last post in GD, given the atmosphere there. Predoctably, people used it as the jumping off point to beat their own betes noires and ride their pet hobby horses. I’m tempted to post:
and just let them pick up on the words they want to talk about. It would save a lot of time over thinking and trying to compose coherent prose expressing that thinking.
I’m very tired of “reached out”…for example, instead of “I contacted Big-Ass Factory to inquire about material availability,” people have started saying “I reached out to Big-Ass Factory to inquire about material availability.”
I would also like to pit my digestive tract. Geez, I didn’t think the homemade chips were that greasy. :mad:
My God, the statements of Chicken Paprikash and chicken and dumplings have motivated me to cook. Of course, Papri Chicken is just spicy chicken and dumplings but I love them the same 
Depends on how often one has to put up with it. In my case it’s an adult, and I’ve learned to almost always avoid that whole boulevard between 1 pm and 4 pm due to it being taken over by crossing guards and mommies parked in lanes waiting to pick their kids up. But if Cat Whisperer has to put up with this daily …
Also, respect is earned. If some kid is out there only to help younger kids cross safely, they need to learn boundaries. One is you don’t bitch out adults, particularly if it has nothing to do with yourself or your job. Another one is you don’t try to make them follow rules that don’t apply to them.
I bought some new jeans today. I while I was trying them on, I forgot to stick my hands in the completely useless 2-inch deep pockets. :smack:
Why the heck do woman’s clothes so often come with useless pockets?!? We use them too, gosh darnit!
(Yeah, I’m taking them back and the reason for the return is because they have stupid useless pockets!)
I totally agree with you on this one. I HATE that!!!
Hey, clothing manufacturers, not all women always want to have to carry purses, and yes, we need to carry keys, cards, and other pocket luggage too!
That’s the reason I ended up with Mom Jeans the last time I went jeans shopping. They had pockets.
I pit people who park in bus lanes so that the bus has to stop in the driving lane to let people on and off. I don’t care if you’re only there for a minute to pop into the shop, or if you’re waiting for your kid to get out of school. You don’t belong there! You’re holding up traffic and endangering bus passengers! And pissing me off when I get stuck behind a bus and can’t move around it because it can’t pull in to the curb because of your selfish selfcentred arse.
Well, I finally found a pair of pants that has worse pockets than the tiny 2" ones or the no-pockets. These are workout pants, and I was excited to finally find some with pockets. Big pockets! Except the pockets are mesh. Which stretches when you put anything at all in them. I put my MP3 player in there and by the time I have walked two laps in the gym the player is banging off my thigh. Bruises! Lovely.
Mens Levi 501 buttonfly jeans, I just learned to take in the waist to allow for the female shape. Pockets, sturdy, comfy.
Bloody hell, one of my pierced ear lopes split all the way through! Don’t know if I’ll get it fixed or not. Good thing I took out the diamond stud days ago, or it would have been gone.
Other than a baby tugging on earrings … how the hell did that happen?!? :eek:
Time to fight some ignorance. How do you get something like that fixed? I would have thought you just put a bandaid on it to keep everything lined up and clean until it healed up on its own.
I think this needs to be immortalized in verse. Er, by someone else . . . possibly.
Your polka car reminds me of someone I knew at college. When he was younger, he had driven the kind of car that seemed to invite cars full of young guys, blaring music, to pull up alongside him at signals and rev their engines. He said the best way to confuse them and back them off was to blare bagpipe music. He kept a tape on hand for such occasions.
OWOWOW!!!
Please don’t answer this question, I don’t think I want to know. It made my ears hurt just thinking about the injury.
I returned the jeans today and when I told the nice lady why I was returning them, she agreed with me, then leaned forward to whisper to me that I would never find jeans with good pockets at that store and suggested a different store. I now have jeans with real pockets. 
I have just learned that Bill is not well suited for fostering cats. He’s good with cats that don’t stay very long, but he’s gotten really attached to an adult female who has been here for almost a month.
So attached that we now have a new feline overlord.
Pics will be forthcoming, now that she is free to explore I don’t know where she is. I’ll find out where she is soon, her name is Missy Mouth. I’m sure you folks can figure out how she got that name. She is a small grey and white tabby, about 2 years old, polite and not afraid of her new pride members.
So, good that Bill loves cats. Good that we have room and resources to have 5 cats. Bad that we kept a cat that was pretty adoptable instead of keeping room open for the hard luck cases.