So I found out which lines don't work very well.
1. There's a party in my pants, want to cum?
2. Live with me if you want to cum!
3. Cum with me if you want to live!
4. One time, in my pants ... (said like American Pie's "one time at Band Camp ...)
5. When you slapped me in the face, I thought you were warming up your seat.
6. I believe in safe sex on my latex air mattress bed.
7. Need help going down on the stairs?
8. It doesn't matter, I'll act thespian or lesbian for you.
9. I enjoy great thighs, breasts, and ribs, but I don't eat meat.
10. I was just warming my hands.
11. I was practicing pencil sharpening.
12. It was standing at attention awaiting orders.
Gradually degenerating into ignorance and complacency.
Monday, July 16, 2007
SLAP!
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like a sugar high
I think my pangs for her are waning now. Thank goodness. It helped that she wore a really ugly lipstick color. I think it was "fatlip" color from the Mike Tyson cosmetic company. When she's worn more natural lip color ... with her general appearance ... ummm, yum. What attracts me isn't her visage, but rather her. When I've spoken with her, she's interesting, has ideals and hasn't had the bit of luck to show her great potential.
There's another woman there who's the local hottie, but she's a puzzle with missing pieces that would take you years to assemble. She's had an unhappy life-- so there's luggage, baggage, and a void (needing to be filled). Too much, too much for me thanks! The other little hottie is still teen-thinking in many respects. Dude, grapes aren't wine, there's a process that's missing there.
Still, the woman there who invades my dreams ... hm. If only reality were more malleable -- I'd change me.
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uh huh (noddng of head)
So there was a family who nodded heads as they were asked questions. I had to think of where I saw it before. It was in Men in Black when Agent K and Agent D stopped a truck with illegals. There was an alien that didn't speak Spanish. It was the same.
Did you want nuclear capability with this?
nod
Would you like to nibble on my bottom?
nod
What is the capital of Peru?
nod
Look! The problem was, "yes" or nodding was the wrong answer. Had one of you understood English or responded, "no comprende", I would have tried something else, but you did neither. Flakes! Sunzabichesbumpises!
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Dear FBI,
Listen to this:
"Flush" and other bathroom noises. If you want to listen in to what I'm saying, then "I hope [you] have a good appetite for it"+. I'll host chips, celery, and dry root beer so you can hear deafening crunching and microphone-breaking belches. Why don't you just call it what it is, 'spying'.
"Okay, the HEROIN shipment is quite large."++
+ Charles Dickens, "Christmas Carol"
++ Lethal Weapon
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He's got a funny kind of humor
There was a rush of late night business, as is typical of Sunday, mixed with other nuisances ... I stayed later. The one guy, noting the "lack of personnel" scheduled for that time stated, [the GM] "has an odd sense of humor". Yeah ... the butt and the kicking and the butt was us. The butt end of the joke.
You want some more crap to do, do you?
No.
Good, 'cause here it is ..
I'll do a Milton Waddams, "No, you see I can't move any more ... I uh..."+
+ Office Space, 'stapler guy' who kept getting moved into smaller areas.
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Sunday, July 15, 2007
wow
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Saturday, July 14, 2007
Curse it!
Would we, could we, in your car? Front seat, back seat, is it far?
.....
That's it! I'm hoping to get blown off by her, turned down and shot down in flames. It would save me from thinking about her. It would be so much easier if she said, "hell no" to dating, then I could relax and not think about her. ARGH!
I'm not supposed to date anyone there, and for good reason, but man -- can't get her out of my mind.... crap!
I can't get you out of my head!
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radio for the dimwitted
Rush was on a radio in one room when I was popping back and forth and I heard, "If your child wants to be a chemist; encourage him; if your child wants to be an accountant, encourage her." He went on to say, essentially promote progress in your children. If you need a blow hard jerk like Rush Limbaugh to tell you anything, especially how to raise children -- you're too stupid to exist. I would call it a wonder that you survived this long.
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bueno Juan, Russell
Burrito boy nets news coverage and sniper team told to stand down. What was believed to be a weapon was a homework assignment ... carried in several layers.
Dude, so are so not living this down. Bummer!
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Friday, July 13, 2007
cook, thief, and her lover
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high on highway
I have to pass a paint manufacturing plant. For months, nothing, but as of 10 days ago ... every day there is the rankness of aerosol paint in the air at that place. Eww!! "I'm gonna get high --- high!"+
+ Platoon
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drawn to it

Okay, maybe it's also a sexual thing in my head, but I am drawn to it (ha ha), especially when the background is blue and the "spot" is white. I don't think I'm off the mark here.
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gesture
At work a woman was talking about "hand dipped" corndogs and made a masturbatory, or stroking motion when saying it. She was unaware of doing so, but ... I think it will be a long time before I forget such a thing. Too darn funny!
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Dietician's tip
"All you can eat" is not a tossing of gauntlet challenge for you to meet. It is, rather, a way for you to try many different items paying just one price. The world's or nation's eating competition champion is not four hundred, three hundred pounds, but rather thin. So, you can't match him -- give up on the "meaty boy" champ ideal. Just sample stuff, not stuff your face daily.
Oh, and dressing and gravy are not soup. They are actually condiments or augmentations for other food to blend flavors, rather than an unconventional beverage with your meal. When the ladle or spoon is too small, then your appetite is too big.
It's a bloody shame that I see the rhinos come out to all you can eat, being near sighted they can be prone to anger.
Also, don't get pissed about not being able to smoke. Look, my answer to the question, "can I smoke here" is yes ... if you're on fire, in which case I will either put you out with P-E-T-R-O-L or an extinguisher.
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and the train kept a stoppin' all night long
I was driving home from work, when minutes from work, there was ... [dun dun ----] a train. I veered right hoping to find the end and avoid it. I turned again ... going to mak --, lights went red and I stopped. That stupid putz backed up, stopped and repeated. After 30 minutes I gave up and drove down several miles out of my way to another part and finally got home 35 minutes later than I should have.
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Thursday, July 12, 2007
sexual tension
Damnit! There's a woman at work who playfully flirts -- to no gain and at times intrigues me. There is, however, a woman at work, she's the flower, I'm the bee. I've said nothing to her yet, but man ... I don't know what's about her that I like, but I like her. Hmmm, "pink taco" as a couple of devil-may-care fellow male workers would call out.
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you shouldn't do that
(it makes us look bad). Yes, my applause and gift-giving to the personnel at work makes the others look bad. They earn more and don't do jack for people who worked off their asses, toes, fingers too for one miserable, difficult day. All the "uppers" gave out were, "thanks y'all!"
Yep, I care, and that is a dangerous thing.
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Mr. Goto
If problem, GOTO line 200
I am either the GOTO line or line 200. There's a snake in my boot, or last night, complaint number eight about a particular employee. Yeah, well, if I could fire him -- he'd be gone. The GM claims, "Well, we're trying to get some bodies in here then we can let him go." There are glaciers that move five feet a day, but the GM seems to move more like anaerobic amoeba (billions of years) still able to move through what is considered "solid rock".
Hey, you ... got situation, dah dah dah dah dah ...
I fix it or address it. When I pass it along to the head honcho ... pfhitt--nothing. I think he needs to be a little more proactive with things.
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sides of mouth
Ahem, I understand that we shouldn't "spend any money" according to the DM.
It's okay, it will be posted on next period, so it's okay.
Sure. Get a stapler for work and a phone.
I get these.
"Why did you get these? We got to watch our money."
.....
Somehow I didn't see the words come out of different sides of his mouth.
WTH?
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