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Asian Tossed
Me: “Good evening, <company>.”
SC: “HERRO?! huhuhuhuh”
( Yes, that's right, he's doing the worst most racially offensive Japanese accent he can muster. )
Me: “……”
SC: “huhuh, HERRO?! HOW R YEW?!”
Me: “…..”
SC: “HOW R YEW?!”
Me: “….”
SC: “OOOO, U LAHK A SOY SAUCE?!”
Me: “…..”
SC: “WASABI!? SOY SAUCE!? U LAHK WASABI? IN U BUTT?!”
Me: “…..”
SC: “LICK WASABI OUT OF U BUTT?!”
Me: “……”
SC: “……hello?”
Me: “…..”
SC: “Hello?”
Me: “….”
SC: “Aww c'mon man, don’t hang up! Hello?!”
Me: “….”
SC: “Hello!?!?”
Me: “….”
SC: "...hello? *@&$! <click>"
And this is why I am the master and you are still the padawan.“Bad taste creates many more millionaires than good taste.”
-Charles Bukowski
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Quoth DGoddessChardonnay View PostSounds like the young girls here as well. Of course, around here lately it's been the leg warmers with heels.
Quoth DGoddessChardonnay View Postand probably by the end of next week, they'll all have pnuemonia of the butthole as my late grandma would say.It's floating wicker propelled by fire!
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Quoth Gravekeeper View Post
Asian Tossed
Me: “Good evening, <company>.”
SC: “HERRO?! huhuhuhuh”
( Yes, that's right, he's doing the worst most racially offensive Japanese accent he can muster. )
Me: “……”
SC: “huhuh, HERRO?! HOW R YEW?!”
Me: “…..”
SC: “HOW R YEW?!”
Me: “….”
SC: “OOOO, U LAHK A SOY SAUCE?!”
Me: “…..”
SC: “WASABI!? SOY SAUCE!? U LAHK WASABI? IN U BUTT?!”
Me: “…..”
SC: “LICK WASABI OUT OF U BUTT?!”
Me: “……”
SC: “……hello?”
Me: “…..”
SC: “Hello?”
Me: “….”
SC: “Aww c'mon man, don’t hang up! Hello?!”
Me: “….”
SC: “Hello!?!?”
Me: “….”
SC: "...hello? *@&$! <click>"
And this is why I am the master and you are still the padawan.
Quoth Gravekeeper View PostSurrendering Dignity
Ok, seriously, guys. If you are about to drop $100 on or already shelled out $100 on this:
And now have gold foil on your ass cheek, it’s probably time to sit down and re-evaluate your life. Yes, these are men’s jeans. No, these aren’t the only example. There’s a whole line of “Silly things printed on my butt cheek” for men in the new 2009 catalog. Including my personal favourite: A hot pink skull. Nothing says manly like having blazing hot pink on your butt cheek. The majority are one cheek. Though there are two examples where both cheeks are artistically impaired. However, dual cheeks will cost you an additional $50. Because you’re paying for double butt cool.
I’m already terrified because they’ve already gotten a whiff of these new pants. Soon they’ll be slathering at the bit for these and I will die a little bit inside every time someone orders them. And they will order them.To right the countless wrongs of our days... We shine this light of true redemption, that this place may become as paradise...Oh, what a wonderful world such would be...
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Quoth Gravekeeper View PostSave Vs Shame
So Burnaby finally claimed me as a victim today. Since Burnaby still has not had plow, salt, shovel or even garbage pick up for 2 weeks. Now the snow is still there but its covered entirely in black ice. It was this black ice that proved my….er….well, down fall. I’d managed to stay on my feet for 2 weeks of this and it finally got me. I failed my saving throw. Lost one leg. Tried to catch myself on the other but, well, it was on black ice too. Tried to catch myself on the snow bank…..annnnd no such luck because it has a 1 inch crust of ice on it so my hand just slid off. Thus I landed on my derrier. While I only took 1D4 points of damage, my pride sustained at least 2D6.
But luckily this damage was halved because no one was around to witness my shame.Ridiculous 2009 Predictions: Evil Queen will beat Martha Stewart to death with a muffin pan. All hail Evil Queen! (Some things don't need elaboration.....) -- Jester
Ridiculous 2010 Predictions: Evil Queen, after escaping prison for last years prediction, goes out and waffle irons Rachel Ray to death. -- SG15Z
Ridiculous 2011 Prediction: Evil Queen will beat Gordon Ramsay over the head with a cast-iron skillet. -- FireHeart
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Quoth Gravekeeper View Post
Therapy
Me: “Hmm, actually it looks our closest location to you closed today.”
SC: “Yes, I know, that’s why I called you.”
Have you ever just muted your mic and hissed at the screen? It’s actually very therapeutic.Tamezin
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Quoth Muses_nightmare View PostGood lord, I could swear that the same person called me when I worked graveyards at the gas station, I sometimes got 2 or 3 prank calls a week, not all from the same people, you know, I had a variety of prank/obscene calls to enjoy. Lucky for me, I could get away with telling them exactly where to go.
I don't really get prank calls that often despite the fact there are hundreds of phone numbers that lead to me. On New Years or other excuses to drink till 4am I tend to get one or two of course. But other than that.
Once, way way back an my old company we were being prank called heavily one night by a bunch of kids. They couldn't have been more than 7 or 8. So you can imagine quality of script involved: "Huhuhuh, FART! <click>". It went on for about an hour till one of my coworkers got sick of it and use caller ID to phone them back. At which point she reamed them out about the trouble they were causing for others and informed them in no uncertain terms that their parents *would* hear about this and every prank call they had made was recorded so they could all be played back for their parents.
Never heard from them again and no, we never called to tell their parents either. So they must have spent the next month in abject fear that they would come home from school and their parents would be waiting.
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I flat out asked my 12 year old prank caller if he had anything better to do, like maybe his HOMEWORK so he would be such a flaming moron and could come up with a better joke.http://footloosecomic.com Pirate Faeries!!
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GK, another fine post. My monitor was spared a beer jet-spray shower only because I have not yet cracked the first brew of the day.
Yes, I laughed THAT damn hard!
Bastard.
Quoth Gravekeeper View PostNumber. Number. A is not a number...
Quoth Gravekeeper View PostSo basically your entire argument is: I screwed up. I know I screwed up. I knew what would happen if I screwed up. Yet I still chose to screw up. But you should ignore all that, pay for the towing and give me the cars back because even though I knew what would happen and knew I wasn’t suppose to do that it shouldn’t count because I wasn’t stupid long enough?
Quoth Gravekeeper View PostNothing says manly like having blazing hot pink on your butt cheek.
Quoth Irving Patrick Freleigh View PostSo why do I get the feeling these will go over big in Nunavut?
Quoth crazylegs View PostHmm, over here we have females wearing jogging trousers with 'juicy' across both cheeks. They are only worn however by the prepubescent and those who's arse measument is best dealt with in miles.
Juicy they are not.
Quoth PepperElf View Postthat way you're sure to get all the hot chicks... right?
(assuming you're getting them by making them laugh so hard they can't breath and then are picking up the unconscious body...ahem...)
The making them laugh part, not the unconscious body part.
"The Customer Is Always Right...But The Bartender Decides Who Is Still A Customer."
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Quoth PepperElf View Postthe assless chaps idea sounds good... provided there's not ass tattoo of pink skulls.Labor boards have info on local laws for free
HR believes the first person in the door
Learn how to go over whackamole bosses' heads safely
Document everything
CS proves Dunning-Kruger effect
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It was one idiot with another 1-2 idiots in the background giggling at the primary idiot's comic genius. So I'm sure it was some sort of marathon of stupidity. I didn't hear from them again personally, though.
Yeah, I had some one call three different nights, asking if we had toilet paper, the first call since it was a gas station kind of close to apartments and such I started off thinking that okay, somone just ran out and needs some until morning. Nope, Jerk-off and his buddies started going on about how they all ate bad tacos and needed to come use the washroom and then it devolved into them saying "poo-poo" at which point I hang up. The next time they called I hung up immediatly, and the third time I told them to fuck off, they never did call again. (for the record the gas station didn't have caller ID)“Bad taste creates many more millionaires than good taste.”
-Charles Bukowski
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Quoth Gravekeeper View PostSurrendering Dignity
Ok, seriously, guys. If you are about to drop $100 on or already shelled out $100 on this:
And now have gold foil on your ass cheek, it’s probably time to sit down and re-evaluate your life. Yes, these are men’s jeans. No, these aren’t the only example....
I also take great joy in reading "one butt embroidering style" out loud. Thus my taste dies.
Save Vs Shame
So Burnaby finally claimed me as a victim today. Since Burnaby still has not had plow, salt, shovel or even garbage pick up for 2 weeks. Now the snow is still there but its covered entirely in black ice. It was this black ice that proved my….er….well, down fall. I’d managed to stay on my feet for 2 weeks of this and it finally got me. I failed my saving throw. Lost one leg. Tried to catch myself on the other but, well, it was on black ice too. Tried to catch myself on the snow bank…..annnnd no such luck because it has a 1 inch crust of ice on it so my hand just slid off. Thus I landed on my derrier. While I only took 1D4 points of damage, my pride sustained at least 2D6.
But luckily this damage was halved because no one was around to witness my shame.If there’s one thing women love, it’s the guy that just can’t seem to find the line that divides “Ha Ha” and “Stacey, get your purse, we’re leaving before he comes back.”.
--Gravekeeper
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