and..thats...saturday...yup..yup...just so you know....saturday..the 29th....yup...meow....dumdidelidumdumdiro......hum ptydumptydo dimpedampeda.....
and..thats...saturday...yup..yup...just so you know....saturday..the 29th....yup...meow....dumdidelidumdumdiro......hum ptydumptydo dimpedampeda.....
Thanks, much clearer now
I've never gotten the hang of these end-of-the-month days...
I mean, what's the point of having end-of-the-month days?
The new month will come anyay, it's only avoiding the inevitable...
CLOSE THE SHUTTERS!
LOCK UP YOUR DAUGHTERS!
SAY YOUR PRAYERS!
JULY WILL COME!
nang
beware the kittens...
ex-ego
Since page 279
If I lived back in the corporate war days, instead of carrying a Mausser in my holster, I'd carry an ore extractor. That way, if some smart-aleck omni said something like "Hey, look. He's carrying an ore extractor!" and started laughing, and everybody else started laughing, I could just say, "That's right, it's an ore extractor. The ore extractor of justice." Then everybody would get real quiet and ashamed, because they had made fun of the ore extractor of justice, and I could probably hit them up for a free bronto burger...