Hey, YOU, sitting next to me on the bus. Did you bathe in that perfume or what? It might smell OK if there weren’t so much of it, but as it is, you stink. Your stench could gag a maggot. I just hope my jacket doesn’t smell like your damn perfume after this. I just got it cleaned so it wouldn’t smell like cat pee after one of the cats peed on it, and now- well, I’d welcome the smell of cat pee as an alternative to that odor. P.U!
For more than 25 years, my favorite way to deal with this has been to ask if they are aware that a bottle of perfume contains more than one application.
Road construction, middle aged women taking forever to do anything in parking lots, a busted up CNC machine.
I have spoken with Thor. Apparently Sif has been sneaking around with Loki again, and he is pissed with everyone. Hence the wild weather. I considered trying to persuade himto redirect his rage but decided not to, as, well, he’s Thor and he’s pissed.
Dear unspecified you,
Migraines are not just bad headaches. They get worse when you move. Lights and sounds are Bad Things ™. Thus, me getting up and getting ready is a wonderful way to incite the ejection of my breakfast/midnight snacks/shoes. (Puking is just another :rolleyes: service a migraine offers.)
Learn this, will you?!
Dear PMS,
Go to Mars and trouble someone else.
I like your style; let me try-
Bob McDonnell, right wing douche bag, rescinds ‘neutral’ prayer policy.
People outside Virginia looking in, please remember that said right wing douche bag governor is not representative of the state. His election was a perfect storm of anti-Obama/Muslim/Socialist/Minority backlash and a weak Dem. candidate.
And young people, please vote in mid-term elections so that I and people like me don’t have to make up disclaimers for elected officers.
Some questions for you: (a) Did what I typed lead you to believe that McDonald’s or any other business establishment charges anybody 5/100 of a penny for anything?; (b) were you the only fool to not know I meant a nickel?; or (c) were you just once again putting on your “I’m a douche on the internet” act?
And, no, I’m not fat.
You don’t have to explain yourself at all. But if you want to have some fun,
answer the door dressed as Frank-N-Furter
Or if budget isn’t an issue, The Desecrator. Though personally, I’d go as Black Viper. (Scroll down)
No, but you were the fool who typed .05 cents.
And you were the ass who couldn’t understand what the typo really meant.
This is the Dope. If you make a typo that can be misinterpreted, you can bet your ass that someone will do it. It might as well be in the rules sticky.
There’s a reason I double check everything I post around here.
‘Spring’ in the Rockies = (more) snow in the forecast. And plenty of wind. Great. Why did I take my snow tires off last week? Sheer denial.
I doubt it’d be valid for pickles, but for something like cost of data transfer on a cell phone contract, there’s a huge difference. I had read an anecdote online where a customer was quoted a rate like .03 cents/MB or something, was charged 3 cents instead, and was unable to convince customer service that there is a difference between the two numbers.
I concur, however since coming here I’ve developed total recall of the most common logic fallacies and my spelling has seriously improved.
It gets tiresome though.
Yes. All the usual plus extra monitoring to be sure they and their coworkers aren’t conniving to score extra benefits.
Huh. I’d expect BCBS to provide their employees with Aetna, if only so they can’t know the most direct path to obtaining benefits they are entitled to, let alone extras.
I am stealing this. I am also going to start saying “a nickel for a pickle.”
No, I am not crying. I am allergic.
I don’t need counseling. I need my Allegra to start working.
Stop bothering me.
:: off to Cafe Press to see if they have any T-shirts with the above motto ::
You want to wear a T-shirt that says “nickel for a pickle?” :eek:
A local Taco Time has put up a sign in the drive through window stating that extra packets of sauce are .05 cents each. Every time I go there I am so tempted to give them a penny and ask for 20 packets of sauce, but so far my brain to mouth filter has prevailed.
Going into the dentist today for a second try at fitting a crown. The first one “did not fit correctly”. That was an extreme understatement. It felt like crap, and… well… not mine! 