Of Harpies and Herpes

[NightWatch]

That woman did not order her hobbit-sized son (My bf is roughly that size, I can say it!) a jacket. She ordered him a tent!

[Spider Jerusalem]

First, the thread title cracked me up.

Second, the "G" guy reminded me of so many of my customers. I call them Spellers. People with short, easy-to-spell names who insist on spelling them out for us while we're filling out their one-hour envelopes. Like we can't figure out how to spell "Ed." It's a pet peeve of mine.

Yet, the ones with truly difficult or strange names usually don't spell them unless we ask them to.

Third...

And the rest of it... *twitch* D:

[42_42_42]

Now I want

[CruiseShipGirl]

I always love you're Skytrain stories. I used to have to take it from Joyce to Stadium for work every day. "What's that Smell?" was always a favorite - until I got pregnant and it turned into "Will that Smell Make me Puke?" Good times...

[Andrew B.]

...disemboweled with a plastic spoon-fork. Police on scene said "It was wacky."

Kudos for the reference!

Johnny the Homicidal Maniac by Jhonan Vasquez. I have a friend who loves that comic.

[SG15Z]

Gah!I've got the Slap Chow song in my head! Damn you GK!!!

FIRST TOAST.

aaaaaah. I've been sitting here pressing F5 and hoping it will make the boredom end. And I haven't been disappointed. Extended metaphors HO!~

What does F5 do? *hits F5* Oh nevermind.....

[Red_Dazes]

...I was lured in by the "OH GOD PLEASE CLICK ME LINK".... and now slap chop will haunt my nightmares....

For this you must pay... the black sky-train comes for YOU next!

(soon as I find out who is responsible for sending it on it's errands of demise)

[El Pollo Guerrera]

For this you must pay... the black sky-train comes for YOU next!

(soon as I find out who is responsible for sending it on it's errands of demise)

I tells ya, it's an access point to Area 53...

Anyways, I am like always like thankful like for a new like Gravekeeper post. It like fills me with like enough like positive energy to like carry on to the next like week of like mind-numbing like drudgery that is like my job.

Like, thank you, Gravekeeper.

Signed, El Pollo Guerrera...








That's E, as in George...

[RootedPhoenix]

That's E, as in George...

Agghhhh! >_<

[Mistress of Foxes]

Skytrain Harpies.

I believe the SA forums have the smiley you would need here:

[Nurian]

Oh God! It all makes sense! Cheney...Bush 41 and 43. Baseball bats! Black Skytrains! The FALAFEL HOUSE!! SLAP CHOW!!! PINK CAMOS!!!!!!!!!!!!!







The world is a up place.

[telecom_goddess]

I'm still shuddering over the concept of tuna grease

[Jester]

My Skytrain this evening smelled like low tide. Not just regular low tide. But dead jellyfish low tide.

On a warm, warm summer day.

Try rotting seaweed low tide on a low or no wind warm day in the Keys. That'll make you stand up and take notice....and run away from the beach!

A Kebler elf in the great corporate tree.

That whole description was truly classic. I bow to you, sir.

Me: “Why don't you call the CIA directly."

Me: “I’m sure they have a public number listed.”

(703) 482-0623

It took me all of about 10 seconds to find it. Would have been quicker, but my computer's been slow lately.

Just in case their phone number is not enough for Uncle Vick, he can also email the CIA here, send them regular mail at Central Intelligence Agency, Office of Public Affairs, Washington, D.C. 20505 , and even FAX them at (703) 482-1739.

Just thought you might like to have that in your arsenal for the next time Uncle Vick is seeking an audience with the spooks.

SC: “Ok….uh, anyways, there are probably some individuals that probably have, you know.”

….small pox? Herpes? No, I don’t know.

Perhaps Skytrain Harpies?

I’ve never talked to anyone before that could say so much yet so little at the same time.

You obviously have never worked with drunks, my boy. Trust me, this is a common thing.

SC: “My boy, you know. He likes wearing big jackets.”
SC: “He’s about 5’4, 140, 150 lbs”

I am 5'8" and 160 lbs. I should wear a medium but I like my t-shirts loose, so I tend to wear a large. I have some shirts (the kind you get free in bars for promotions) that are XL, and they are HUGE on me. 2XL? I could sleep in one of those. Apparently she needs that jacket for her son to use as a freakin' pup tent.

Did Vick call them Bush 41 and 43? I've only ever heard them called GW Bush and Bush Jr.

Actually, I have heard them referred to by number to differentiate them many times by many people and news agencies. I hate to defend Uncle Vick, but this is not as uncommon as you may think.

People with short, easy-to-spell names who insist on spelling them out for us while we're filling out their one-hour envelopes. Like we can't figure out how to spell "Ed." It's a pet peeve of mine.

Yet, the ones with truly difficult or strange names usually don't spell them unless we ask them to.

I have a short name. Both my first and last name are short. Both are easy to spell. And I SWEAR to you that people have managed to fuck them BOTH up in more ways and on more occasions than I can count. Especially my first name. Which is precisely why I do just what you hate people with names like mine doing and spell them both out. Don't blame the Spellers. Blame the people who have so butchered their name so many times that they feel they HAVE to do this. I know I do.

I'm still shuddering over the concept of tuna grease

Living on an island where fish, including tuna, are often ridiculously fresh, trust me when I tell you that the concept of tuna grease is not that foreign to me. And honestly, it's not that bad, either. Real tuna grease, that is. Not the smell that GK was alluding to, which I can only imagine is far, far worse.

[MoxisPilot]

Someone needs to make a movie about Uncle Vick.

Seriously, something like that K-Pax movie.

[Keiara]

...Sadly, no. I can't.

So you like others to do it for you?