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[Iyeru]

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[neyo the king]

...I don't get it.

Pointless thread is pointless.

[Iyeru]

Originally Posted by Neyo the King

...I don't get it.

Pointless thread is pointless.

That's why it's in OFF-TOPIC. Plus, as you can see, no spoilers or text whatsoever.

[DFM]

The other day Billy and me went down to the crick to go fishing and we saw the biggest danged catfish either 'o us had ever done seen. Billy wrestled with that thing for almost an hour before it finally got away. We ran back to the house and started telling pa all about it, then he whupped the tar outta us for tellin' tales. But you know, I reckon' tomorrow I'm gon' down to catch that old catfish and prove pa wrong.

[Iyeru]

Originally Posted by DFM

The other day Billy and me went down to the crick to go fishing and we saw the biggest danged catfish either 'o us had ever done seen. Billy wrestled with that thing for almost an hour before it finally got away. We ran back to the house and started telling pa all about it, then he whupped the tar outta us for tellin' tales. But you know, I reckon' tomorrow I'm gon' down to catch that old catfish and prove pa wrong.

That's great DFM, just great. By the way, my title's also missing. that's on PURPOSE though.

[Preturbed]

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[Loki, The Fallen]

This thread reminds me of an interesting anecdote. I had just gotten out of work, an extra long shift due to everyone waiting until a holiday weekend to drop their product off for testing, and of course it all must be done by Monday. The shift that followed mine had called out sick, so I stuck around until the next shift arrived.

All the testing involved a great amount of supervision, some of them requiring me to stand right next to the equipment the entire time. I would have brought a chair over but they had recently removed all the chairs from the Lab.

You see, my boss had recently had all the chairs removed. Interesting story, he had stopped by to explain the upcoming mandatory volunteer work that we would all be compelled to participate in. He sat down in one of the chairs and began to tell us about his vacation he had returned from. He had driven his camper down the street to fill it up with gas when the transmission fell right onto the pavement. He coasted for about 30 feet before he realized what had occurred, and then slammed on the brakes. The police car following too close behind him nearly hit the transmission, but stopped just in time.

The officer left his cruiser and walked over to my boss to see if he was alright. My boss had placed his vehicle in park and exited to see what had happened. They met by the transmission and just stared at it for a few minutes. Finally my boss said, "Huh, well how about that." The officer responded with "Isn't that something? It reminds me of the time I took a road trip to Saskatchewan. See, me and the missus had gotten in a pretty heated argument over the brand of map we should use. I am a big fan Borch maps, while she preferred McRallys. I can't stand those, and thats all she bought! Well, since I refused to look at those, we got hopelessly lost about 2 blocks away from our house..."

Around this time his camper ran over both him and the police officer, and finally came to a rest after slamming into the police car. This had reminded one of my coworkers of what happened the night before. I unfortunately had some work to do, so I excused myself and left the room, tripping over a pair of sneakers someone had left outside the door. Cursing my bad luck, I walked over to the nearest computer and started playing solitaire.

I had just finished my eleventh game, losing only four thousand and forty-eight dollars, when the power went out. I was kind of annoyed, as I was listening to an interesting internet radio station, somehow getting around my employer's web filter. I'm not sure why, but they seem to block just about any service I use twice. Perhaps its because of that time I went to IT and asked for a new keyboard.

I'm not sure why, but that night I had decided to bring in some soup for lunch. I was on some sort of weird soup kick at the time, thinking it would be better for me then my typical diet of Poptarts and Smartfood Popcorn. It was a nice soup, I think it was Minestrone, or perhaps Clam Chowder. I'm not sure now, they are both really nice soups.

Clam chowder always reminds me of that time I worked at the local pool as a janitor. It was quite possibly the worst job ever, especially since they never filled it with water that year. Well, I can't say that, they did try, just every time they did, it would be empty the next morning. No one was sure how it was happening. I kept pointing to the giant hole in the bottom of it, but the Engineer said it was an air vent, required by the building code.

Well, that night I went home after stopping at the city hall to pick up a copy of the local ordinances. I had just made my way to the six hundred and thirty-second page when my older sister knocked on my door. I asked her what she wanted and she said she had misplaced her wallet and wanted to borrow twenty bucks. Well, I checked the top drawer of my desk and saw a fifty and a ten. I told here I didn't have a twenty, only a fifty. She said she had change and pulled thirty dollars out of her left pocket.

My father then called us both down for dinner, which for some reason was Veal Parmesan with a side salad. The salad had olives in it, which I did not care for, because the last time I had olives was about two weeks prior. I was at my girlfriend's house helping her change the oil in her car when her next door neighbor stopped by and started chatting with us. He had recently won the lottery, just five hundred dollars, not enough to write home about.

He told us that he had went to a store five towns over on a lark. He was having a relatively boring day mowing his lawn and needed some gas for the mower, and for some reason drove an extra 30 miles to a gas station run by Chris Bogardon. When her neighbor arrived, the store was fully engulfed in flames, obviously a total loss. The firefighters were roasting some marshmallows, just letting the building burn. Chris was happy something good was coming from it, he kinda figured there was no chance of the fire being stopped.

Well at this time another call came over the radio, another building had a carbon monoxide detector going off. The Fire Chief walked over to Chris and asked him if he would stop by the station later to file a report. Chris said "Sure, I have nothing else to do." About that time the underground tanks detonated, killing everyone in the town.

When he got to that point in the story, we started hearing a polyphonic rendition of "She thinks my tractor is sexy." My Girlfriend's neighbor pulled out his cellphone and answered talking extra loud as people with cellphones do. "Oh, Hi! Bill? Been a while hasn't it? What's new? Really, forty tim-"

At that point a random passerby pulled a shotgun out from under her jacket and shot my Girlfriend's neighbor in the head. The random passerby turned to us and she said "Don't you hate people like that?"

I looked at my Girlfriend, kind of shocked. She replied, "Yeah, tell me about it."

[DFM]

Originally Posted by Loki, The Fallen

This thread reminds me of an interesting anecdote. I had just gotten out of work, an extra long shift due to everyone waiting until a holiday weekend to drop their product off for testing, and of course it all must be done by Monday. The shift that followed mine had called out sick, so I stuck around until the next shift arrived.

All the testing involved a great amount of supervision, some of them requiring me to stand right next to the equipment the entire time. I would have brought a chair over but they had recently removed all the chairs from the Lab.

You see, my boss had recently had all the chairs removed. Interesting story, he had stopped by to explain the upcoming mandatory volunteer work that we would all be compelled to participate in. He sat down in one of the chairs and began to tell us about his vacation he had returned from. He had driven his camper down the street to fill it up with gas when the transmission fell right onto the pavement. He coasted for about 30 feet before he realized what had occurred, and then slammed on the brakes. The police car following too close behind him nearly hit the transmission, but stopped just in time.

The officer left his cruiser and walked over to my boss to see if he was alright. My boss had placed his vehicle in park and exited to see what had happened. They met by the transmission and just stared at it for a few minutes. Finally my boss said, "Huh, well how about that." The officer responded with "Isn't that something? It reminds me of the time I took a road trip to Saskatchewan. See, me and the missus had gotten in a pretty heated argument over the brand of map we should use. I am a big fan Borch maps, while she preferred McRallys. I can't stand those, and thats all she bought! Well, since I refused to look at those, we got hopelessly lost about 2 blocks away from our house..."

Around this time his camper ran over both him and the police officer, and finally came to a rest after slamming into the police car. This had reminded one of my coworkers of what happened the night before. I unfortunately had some work to do, so I excused myself and left the room, tripping over a pair of sneakers someone had left outside the door. Cursing my bad luck, I walked over to the nearest computer and started playing solitaire.

I had just finished my eleventh game, losing only four thousand and forty-eight dollars, when the power went out. I was kind of annoyed, as I was listening to an interesting internet radio station, somehow getting around my employer's web filter. I'm not sure why, but they seem to block just about any service I use twice. Perhaps its because of that time I went to IT and asked for a new keyboard.

I'm not sure why, but that night I had decided to bring in some soup for lunch. I was on some sort of weird soup kick at the time, thinking it would be better for me then my typical diet of Poptarts and Smartfood Popcorn. It was a nice soup, I think it was Minestrone, or perhaps Clam Chowder. I'm not sure now, they are both really nice soups.

Clam chowder always reminds me of that time I worked at the local pool as a janitor. It was quite possibly the worst job ever, especially since they never filled it with water that year. Well, I can't say that, they did try, just every time they did, it would be empty the next morning. No one was sure how it was happening. I kept pointing to the giant hole in the bottom of it, but the Engineer said it was an air vent, required by the building code.

Well, that night I went home after stopping at the city hall to pick up a copy of the local ordinances. I had just made my way to the six hundred and thirty-second page when my older sister knocked on my door. I asked her what she wanted and she said she had misplaced her wallet and wanted to borrow twenty bucks. Well, I checked the top drawer of my desk and saw a fifty and a ten. I told here I didn't have a twenty, only a fifty. She said she had change and pulled thirty dollars out of her left pocket.

My father then called us both down for dinner, which for some reason was Veal Parmesan with a side salad. The salad had olives in it, which I did not care for, because the last time I had olives was about two weeks prior. I was at my girlfriend's house helping her change the oil in her car when her next door neighbor stopped by and started chatting with us. He had recently won the lottery, just five hundred dollars, not enough to write home about.

He told us that he had went to a store five towns over on a lark. He was having a relatively boring day mowing his lawn and needed some gas for the mower, and for some reason drove an extra 30 miles to a gas station run by Chris Bogardon. When her neighbor arrived, the store was fully engulfed in flames, obviously a total loss. The firefighters were roasting some marshmallows, just letting the building burn. Chris was happy something good was coming from it, he kinda figured there was no chance of the fire being stopped.

Well at this time another call came over the radio, another building had a carbon monoxide detector going off. The Fire Chief walked over to Chris and asked him if he would stop by the station later to file a report. Chris said "Sure, I have nothing else to do." About that time the underground tanks detonated, killing everyone in the town.

When he got to that point in the story, we started hearing a polyphonic rendition of "She thinks my tractor is sexy." My Girlfriend's neighbor pulled out his cellphone and answered talking extra loud as people with cellphones do. "Oh, Hi! Bill? Been a while hasn't it? What's new? Really, forty tim-"

At that point a random passerby pulled a shotgun out from under her jacket and shot my Girlfriend's neighbor in the head. The random passerby turned to us and she said "Don't you hate people like that?"

I looked at my Girlfriend, kind of shocked. She replied, "Yeah, tell me about it."

I caught that catfish, you know.

[Doc ock rokc]

...how is this not consiterd spam? my friend got banned for less than this...

meh

[Fenris]

Originally Posted by Doc ock rokc

...how is this not consiterd spam? my friend got banned for less than this...

meh

Your friend got banned for more than this all over the place.

And also I am closing this thread with a fury.