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Originally Posted by pshrynk
***sigh*** Just can't get good help these days. Never send a minimally trained and not actually certified expendable agent in where the job really calls for a Pandorg with a banana.
Could someone please plug that node on the back of my neck into an outlet? Kthnksbai!
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Oh, by-the-by, did I say, "EEK!", because I meant to say, "EEK!", but, you know how it goes, having so many balls in the air (consequence of a lack of underpants, I guess), plus that whole pseudo-dissociative thing where you pretend you're not an invisible gibbon but a so-called "real" person which is just ridiculous, I mean, have you seen how much those things cost to run!, and then you're trying not to show fear, but people keep pointing at you and smiling pleasantly (I'M BARING MY TEETH, MORONS! YOUR JOB IS TO RUN AWAY!), but that doesn't work and besides you've that appointment at 3pm with your therapist so there's no time really to attend to that whole "Hey, what's that heading up the trouser leg?" trepidation.
So, sorry 'bout that. Nearly missed it. But, in relation to the above, and with due reverence to its weighty impendingicity...
EEK!
Yours, legging it,
Adrian
PS. Marc said to say, "G'day", but I'm ignoring him, so pretend I said nothing, which shouldn't be hard if you stop to not think about it