My I reiterate that you are complete moron?
I dropped stuff from above: It's clear that you never made a play for her, and that, judging from the cut of the garment on display, is tragic.
not tragic, rather the mundane bricks of life -- mundane mudbricks, crafted from fudge colored mud, one part disappointment, two parts boredom, one part ressentiment.
tragic is getting one's cock lopped off, through machinations set forth by that which made the cock great.
I'd like to say tragic is that I am brief-writing in the office, but no it isn't, just mudbricks.
would that ogged responds with his own "shark boy" panty blogging, that would not be mundane mudbricks -- maybe even the seed of tragedy.
Who wants to talk about breach of an IT outsourcing contract?
wherefore the spry-witted lads and lasses of unfogged? I have had some bad ones as of late. Even still, a fellow needs companions.
shall I get to 100 all by my lonesome? I still have lots more brief to write.
why indeed -- why art thou ogged? Why art thou absent? why did I write wherefore?
The very name my enemy. Something of the sort.
at any rate, when uncharitable interpretations are preferred, perhaps time best spent elsewhere.
Tragic is that I come all the way to Chicago, and two (2) distinct bars out of two (2) attempted have no idea what an aviation is. Is Ben filling my head with nonsense, with respect to mixed drinks? Does he not drink his aviations in Chicago? What am I doing wrong? I mean, besides fruitlessly shlepping those mumble mumble furlongs in search of a beverage, which is kind of dumb now that I think about it.
Am I the best post drunker? I thank the non-aviations.
Hello, text. IT outsourcing is not a food. Can you use that?
I dunno what an aviation is, but it makes me think of the just say no commercial in which the phrase "I've got something that will really make you fly" is utilized.
I sit in Chicago presently, a crisp black box of crisp black glass.
No not drunk, just silly with caffeine.
would that it were a food: it would taste bad, but I would enjoy the excretion. In the system for 24 hrs or so, then flushed out into the lake.
I must admit, I'm not actually drunk, either. I'm pretty sure. "Post drunker" came so naturally, which made me suspicious. But my acumen is keen, so keen.
In your brief, is IT outsourcing the res judicata, or the ex falso quodlibet?
is IT outsourcing the res judicata, or the ex falso quodlibet?
Jeez, just get a room already.
was going to say it is the res ipsa gallus, but that would tend to lead credence to the above comment.
SB, you want an aviation, I can make you one. Bars in Chicago blow. I ordered an aviation at the Matchbox, and I had to point out to the guy the fact that he had maraschino liqueur. It's that one, I said. In the straw-covered bottle.
It was too sweet.
a crisp black box of crisp black glass
with beams and bolts of steel held fast
quite good
and deep within the neon blast
computer screen of sickly cast
you want an aviation, I can make you one.
Super! You should holler "Standpipe!" as loud as w-lfs-nly possible, so I know where to find you. Or I should holler "w-lfs-n" as loud as Standpipely possible, if you'd find that more convenient.
I have his phone number, if you want it.
Or! We could all meet at text's obsidian law-prism and write briefs in verse.
If Ben doesn't mind, sure.
Ogged, are you sure that's a good idea?
was that a good idea? (is 236 a chicago area code)?
Anyone who wants to booze it up in my office is most welcome. It's the giant, evil black box lurking by the river.
It's a great idea. Best I've had in a while.
tell mr security man downstairs you're hear to see the textualist.
you're hear to see the textualist.
The synaesthete, more like.
It's a great idea. Best I've had in a while.
You are inscrutable. You are entirely scrute-resistant.
Looking for an easy scrute in the wee Chicago hours?
that was the most egregious thing I've ever done here. It was almost so bad that I could pretend I'd meant it as an ironic remark, and I thought about doing that.
Listen to the warm.
I'll have to proofsmell this brief.
w-lfs-n's address is available somewhere on the internet, so why not the phone?
For a good scrute, call 456-836-4433.
I don't think your 364433 is my 364433, mon cher ogged.
Ah, indeed it's not. You can't scrute that one either.
scrutey-toot toot. I scrute on a lute. A lyre for my fear of the souls I revere.
brief is done.
Look, I drank a lot of beer for a few years after college, and I still haven't worked off the weight. Don't get all slender-normative on me--I love my body! I love it! Who has a donut?