from instant message:
pinder says: yeah, go detard yourself, then come back to this conversation
* jeffp has left the conversation.
pinder says: hehe
pinder says: should i tell him i'm not a chic? or should i tell him i was just out washing my car and now my tshirt is all wet
pinder says: damn, if only i didn't have work to do, i'd be the sluttiest chic ever!
pinder says: everyone is out enjoying the weather and saying how nice it is. i was gonna say that i'm sick of the hot, nice weather and want clouds and storms, but the people who say it's nice are expecting that and are ready to backlash against my backlash
pinder says: it's nice outside :)
"are goths allowed to headbang? or is that considered "too jock" and the other goths will suck your blood because of it?"
"somebody was talking about absinthe the other day and i thought of you. did you ever buy any or is that just one of your made up stories you like to tell people? just like that one about how you're *not* a robot drone sent by the Q'zars of Gamma Alphalon. good luck convincing anyone of that!"
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e-mail i sent my boss:Hibbert: Son, I'm afraid that leg is hanging by a thread.
Lubchenko: Lubchenko must return to game!
Hibbert: [chuckles] Your playing days are over, my friend. But, you can always fall back on your degree in ... [reads chart] communications!? Oh, dear Lord!
Lubchenko: I know! Is phony major. Lubchenko learn nothing. Nothing! [cries]
my boss has a degree in communications.
Say, what's so bad about communications? Probably not too much, considering your boss is a comm major. Sting! Ouch!
Well, anyways, I am going to get back to my College of Mathless Majors studies right now.