In your dreams...er, bunk!
Six people to worry about today
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In your dreams...er, bunk!
None of them did.
His list is a fairly popular internet meme that pops up in eMails and message boards from time to time.
in the ruling the world thing obviously
And what about the binding?
I'm not talking about legal contracts.
I will only use silk scarves
And K'ehleyr to do the actual personal discipline
This is actually a true story. When I was at university, we had an animal anatomy class, part of which included dissecting (ugly) critters. At one point, we were dissecting some worm thingy, and this girl, who was much older than any of us, due to having to repeat every single year about 3 times before passing, asked the following question:
Girl: "How do you know whether it's a male or a female?"
Other girl: "It's a hermaphrodite."
Girl: "Right. I'm thinking mine's male."
Other person: "No, it's a hermaphrodite."
Girl: "So a female?"
Entire class:
Maybe she would have understood if you'd referred to it as a "wormaphrodite"?
in the ruling the world thing obviously
And what about the binding?
I'm not talking about legal contracts.
I will only use silk scarves
Think I'd better call in to work today and tell them I'm going to be all tied up in a meeting
...
She was 28 and in a first year biology class, I don't think that would have made sense to her either.
But it would have been fun
And what about the binding?
I'm not talking about legal contracts.
I will only use silk scarves
Think I'd better call in to work today and tell them I'm going to be all tied up in a meeting
Only if you're a very bad boy
I will only use silk scarves
Think I'd better call in to work today and tell them I'm going to be all tied up in a meeting
Only if you're a very bad boy
That is the plan...
So it shall be written. So it shall be done.
So it shall be written. So it shall be done.
Grrr. I'm afraid I'm going to have to fight you. You cannot steal her... *draws disruptor*
Think I'd better call in to work today and tell them I'm going to be all tied up in a meeting
Only if you're a very bad boy
That is the plan...
So it shall be written. So it shall be done.
Mr Iguana, Sir. For your pleasure I submit the first subject for correctional discipline ~ a Mr Laser Beam, which I am sure is a psuedonym. Your section 14B are carrying out identity checks.
With your permission, I shall begin
*slaps whip against thigh length leather boots and pulls out long, midnight blue silk scarf*
"Thingy" just get's on my nerves
OK: This happened to me - not to my brother or sister-in-law or my husband's best friend's housekeeper. Me. It was a long time ago now...1986 or thereabouts. But the fax machine was - and this is an important thing to remember - a widely used part of office life. What I'm getting at is that wasn't new technology or anything.
I was working in an office in Indianapolis, and I got a call from a woman named Rebecca (yeah, she was a woman, Deckerd, but then again, so am I!) who worked in an office in another state. Rebecca had faxed me a document an hour or so earlier.
She said, "Kate, that document I sent you - I can't find the original anywhere." "Oh?" I said, wondering what this had to do with me. "Could you look around and see if it ended up there in Indy?" she asked.
She thought her original had somehow or other been transported from Missouri to Indiana in a matter of 60 minutes. How? I have no idea. By a pneumatic tube - a looooooong one? By rolling the document up really tightly and allowing it to be sucked into the phone line? Via transporter technology? Don't know. I was dying to ask her but I was hampered by the inability to do so without implying "What you're suggesting is (1) impossible and (2) really, really stupid."
So I confined myself to saying, several times, "Rebecca, that's impossible. Look around your office and I'm sure it'll turn up." You know, trying to give her a way to extract herself with dignity. But it didn't work. She kept saying, over and over again, "I've looked everywhere. It has to be in your office somewhere. That's the only possibility left!" Apparently the only way to get her to see that fax machines don't transport actual documents was to just flat-out tell her, and I couldn't make myself do that.
The situation was resolved only after Rebecca found out that somebody in her office had accidentally picked up her original when he picked up his. But if that hadn't happened, Rebecca would have insisted for the rest of the day, and maybe the rest of her life, for all I know, that I needed to look around the Indy office for her original.
So while I know the OP consists of Internet jokes, all or most of which never actually happened, well...let's just say I can easily imagine Rebecca running off five "copies" of typing paper. Easily. But as far as I know, she never actually did.
I was working in an office in Indianapolis, and I got a call from a woman named Rebecca (yeah, she was a woman, Deckerd, but then again, so am I!) who worked in an office in another state. Rebecca had faxed me a document an hour or so earlier.
She said, "Kate, that document I sent you - I can't find the original anywhere." "Oh?" I said, wondering what this had to do with me. "Could you look around and see if it ended up there in Indy?" she asked.
She thought her original had somehow or other been transported from Missouri to Indiana in a matter of 60 minutes. How? I have no idea. By a pneumatic tube - a looooooong one? By rolling the document up really tightly and allowing it to be sucked into the phone line? Via transporter technology? Don't know. I was dying to ask her but I was hampered by the inability to do so without implying "What you're suggesting is (1) impossible and (2) really, really stupid."
So I confined myself to saying, several times, "Rebecca, that's impossible. Look around your office and I'm sure it'll turn up." You know, trying to give her a way to extract herself with dignity. But it didn't work. She kept saying, over and over again, "I've looked everywhere. It has to be in your office somewhere. That's the only possibility left!" Apparently the only way to get her to see that fax machines don't transport actual documents was to just flat-out tell her, and I couldn't make myself do that.
The situation was resolved only after Rebecca found out that somebody in her office had accidentally picked up her original when he picked up his. But if that hadn't happened, Rebecca would have insisted for the rest of the day, and maybe the rest of her life, for all I know, that I needed to look around the Indy office for her original.
So while I know the OP consists of Internet jokes, all or most of which never actually happened, well...let's just say I can easily imagine Rebecca running off five "copies" of typing paper. Easily. But as far as I know, she never actually did.
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The iguana makes love, not war.So it shall be written. So it shall be done.And K'ehleyr to do the actual personal discipline
Grrr. I'm afraid I'm going to have to fight you. You cannot steal her... *draws disruptor*
K'ehleyr got to use her leather, Mr Laser Beam got his spanking, and the Iguana got to carry on his business. Everybody wins!Mr Iguana, Sir. For your pleasure I submit the first subject for correctional discipline ~ a Mr Laser Beam, which I am sure is a psuedonym. Your section 14B are carrying out identity checks.
With your permission, I shall begin
K'ehleyr got to use her leather, Mr Laser Beam got his spanking, and the Iguana got to carry on his business. Everybody wins!Mr Iguana, Sir. For your pleasure I submit the first subject for correctional discipline ~ a Mr Laser Beam, which I am sure is a psuedonym. Your section 14B are carrying out identity checks.
With your permission, I shall begin
We live to serve and be happy
Oh and ladies, last stupid thing I did whilst selecting Mr Squeak's (the cat) food who likes meat and fish alternatively;
To son; "Is a duck a fish?" - well it lives in water
I hope she thanked you!
I have one story, happened at my fiancée's office last year.
One day a coworker of her had her monitor changed for whatever reason, so she came to my girlfriend and asked, all concerned: "But, what about all the files I have on my desktop?" Her reply: "Don't worry, I saved them for you."
Computer + people = weird.
One day a coworker of her had her monitor changed for whatever reason, so she came to my girlfriend and asked, all concerned: "But, what about all the files I have on my desktop?" Her reply: "Don't worry, I saved them for you."
Computer + people = weird.
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