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Post by donavan on Jan 7, 2022 10:41:54 GMT
I saw something the other day while driving home from work that I've never seen before, a dead fish in the middle of the road. This was in an area nowhere near any fishing areas, so I don't know how it got there. Real by reel, I guess. Had you been drinking perch-ance?
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Post by donavan on Nov 15, 2022 9:52:12 GMT
On a trans-pennine train (Yorkshire to Lancashire) to attend a pointless meeting at work. Just found out the person who encouraged everyone to attend this meeting is now working from home today. You couldn't make this shit up.
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Post by bluedemon25 on Nov 15, 2022 17:55:23 GMT
On a trans-pennine train (Yorkshire to Lancashire) to attend a pointless meeting at work. Just found out the person who encouraged everyone to attend this meeting is now working from home today. You couldn't make this shit up. What a total cockmonger making everyone else come in while staying home. (Not sarcasm)
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Post by Mare on Nov 17, 2022 1:55:16 GMT
On a trans-pennine train (Yorkshire to Lancashire) to attend a pointless meeting at work. Just found out the person who encouraged everyone to attend this meeting is now working from home today. You couldn't make this shit up. No Higher Power would do that shit to me. That was strictly Evil Dark Hearted Human driven. You could pretend to make this shit up, put it in a novel and make a couple bucks from the imposed torture.
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Post by Finntrovertigo on Apr 1, 2023 15:37:34 GMT
It is that time of year when the roadkill begins to proliferate. Lots of dead opossum in the last week. Or living ones playing dead.
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Post by donavan on Apr 1, 2023 20:12:30 GMT
It is that time of year when the roadkill begins to proliferate. Lots of dead opossum in the last week. Or living ones playing dead. Full freezer then?
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Post by Finntrovertigo on Apr 1, 2023 21:52:53 GMT
Actually, my freezer conked out, and I can't be bothered to get it replaced, so no opossum steaks for me, unless they go straight from the road to the skillet.
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Post by donavan on Apr 2, 2023 1:36:47 GMT
They'll taste better fresh.
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Post by Finntrovertigo on Apr 2, 2023 13:49:03 GMT
And preferably cooked.
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Post by bluedemon25 on Apr 2, 2023 14:56:33 GMT
On a trans-pennine train (Yorkshire to Lancashire) to attend a pointless meeting at work. Just found out the person who encouraged everyone to attend this meeting is now working from home today. You couldn't make this shit up. No Higher Power would do that shit to me. That was strictly Evil Dark Hearted Human driven. You could pretend to make this shit up, put it in a novel and make a couple bucks from the imposed torture. Kind of sounds like old school Dilbert (rather than the exceedingly distasteful assortment of crap his creator has said lately and to an extent in recent previous years.) with the point haired boss
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Post by Dr Hugbine on Apr 3, 2023 12:54:13 GMT
My commute: Open front door. Place pipe in mouth. Shout "goodbye, darling!" at the dog, exit door. Walk 1 metre west. Unlock "office" (ie former cow shed). Enter office, turn light on, open up impressive arrays of computers. Stare blankly at screens. Reverse procedure.
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Post by Finntrovertigo on Apr 3, 2023 13:40:16 GMT
I hope your stay-at-home dog does so by choice. It would be a shame if you were one of those Neanderthals still shouting, "No Weimaraner of mine is going to work!"
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Post by bluedemon25 on Apr 4, 2023 1:21:12 GMT
What's in the pipe these days? In the past. I liked stoved red Virginia's. Perique too.
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Post by donavan on Apr 4, 2023 10:41:09 GMT
My pipe is full of dreams.
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Post by Mare on Apr 15, 2023 2:43:46 GMT
It is that time of year when the roadkill begins to proliferate. Lots of dead opossum in the last week. Or living ones playing dead. Roadkill is what is happening on my commute, this year. The Road is trying to Kill my car. I have never seen so many massive potholes. There were two enormous ones-shallow, but one three feet in diameter and the other about four feet wide. Practically circles they were. I was able to swerve (slalom did not describe this motion) through the middle of the intersection for awhile, but eventually you were going to hit one or the other. I did that about two days in a row, when I decided the sandpapery surface of the lane next to it would NEVER be as bad as the ditches blocking my former favorite lane. Whatever, what purports to be Tax Season-and has become Tax Three Seasons-lingering until Mid October in California will not be a six days per week thrashing of my car much longer. I am waiting for my car to do a Blues Mobile and fall completely apart when I park her in the garage any day, now.
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