Tuesday, October 30, will be the date of an unprecedented Troll Tuesday!
On October 30th, I ask that you write an original story, essay, joke, ASCII image, etc. regarding Rob "CmdrTaco" Malda and post, post, post it all over Slashdot!
So far 20 trolls of varying degrees of infamy have signed abord this ground-breaking project-- will you?
Tuesday, October 30, will be the date of an unprecedented Troll Tuesday!
On October 30th, beginning at 0800 EST and lasting until 2359, I ask that you write an original story, essay, joke, ASCII image, etc. regarding Rob "CmdrTaco" Malda and post, post, post it all over Slashdot!
So far 20 trolls of varying degrees of infamy have signed abord this ground-breaking project-- will you?
Tuesday, October 30, will be the date of an unprecedented Troll Tuesday!
On October 30th, beginning at 0800 EST and lasting until 2359, I ask that you write an original story, essay, joke, ASCII image, etc. regarding Rob "CmdrTaco" Malda and post, post, post it all over Slashdot!
So far 20 trolls of varying degrees of infamy have signed abord this ground-breaking project-- will you?
Tuesday, October 30, will be the date of an unprecedented Troll Tuesday!
On October 30th, beginning at 0800 EST and lasting until 2359, I ask that you write an original story, essay, joke, ASCII image, etc. regarding Rob "CmdrTaco" Malda and post, post, post it all over Slashdot!
So far 20 trolls of varying degrees of infamy have signed abord this ground-breaking project-- will you?
Tuesday, October 30, will be the date of an unprecedented Troll Tuesday!
On October 30th, beginning at 0800 EST and lasting until 2359, I ask that you write an original story, essay, joke, ASCII image, etc. regarding Rob "CmdrTaco" Malda and post, post, post it all over Slashdot!
So far 20 trolls of varying degrees of infamy have signed abord this ground-breaking project-- will you?
Tuesday, October 30, will be the date of an unprecedented Troll Tuesday!
On October 30th, beginning at 0800 EST and lasting until 2359, I ask that you write an original story, essay, joke, ASCII image, etc. regarding Rob "CmdrTaco" Malda and post, post, post it all over Slashdot!
So far 20 trolls of varying degrees of infamy have signed abord this ground-breaking project-- will you?
Tuesday, October 30, will be the date of an unprecedented Troll
Tuesday!
On October 30th, beginning at 0800 EST and lasting until
2359, I ask that you write an original story, essay, joke, ASCII image, etc.
regarding Rob "CmdrTaco" Malda and post, post, post it all over
Slashdot!
So far 20 trolls of varying degrees of infamy have signed abord this
ground-breaking project-- will you?
October 30th, 2001: the Troll Tuesday of the Millenium
Attention Slashdot trolls & crapflooders:/b
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Defusing The Kursk
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Attention Slashdot trolls & crapflooders:
Tuesday, October 30, will be the date of an unprecedented Troll Tuesday!
On October 30th, beginning at 0800 EST and lasting until 2359, I ask that you write an original story, essay, joke, ASCII image, etc. regarding Rob "CmdrTaco" Malda and post, post, post it all over Slashdot!
So far 20 trolls of varying degrees of infamy have signed abord this ground-breaking project-- will you?
OK, Next tuesday (10/30) I m asking all real trolls and crapflooders to write a little something about CmdrTaco-- and post it ALL DAY LONG ALL OVER SLASHDOT.
it'll be a time to remember. so far me, Asul, Turd Report, and others are involved... will you be?
No, not the altrock band, but the actual act of forcefully destroying large winter squash! To maximize pumpkin-collection and pumpkin-smashing, you should have friends, a car, flashlights, black clothing, and a good idea of the layout of the area (access and escape routes).
The Clothing
Wearing black is a no-brainer. Hot pink and white jumpsuits are inappropriate for stealing anything, let alone pumpkins. (However, if there is to be a decoy in your group...) Black jogging pants and hoodies can be had for $8 to $15 a piece depending on where they were purchased. I would recommend plain jogging pants over the swishies-- and generics over the name brands. For one, you don't want to make more noise than you have to if you are going to grab pumpkins from a lit-up front porch. Second, you're likely to run, fall, drip pumpkin guts, and get dirty in general so why pay the extra $$$ on name-brand shit that is no better than the cheaper generics. Your call.
One minor point to think of is, should you end up in civilization, you may want to look normal. So wear or carry clean, less criminal-looking clothes. A Denny's breather or a run-in with Mr. Occifer may be times your clothes can give your activities away.
The Car
If your aim is to collect over a dozen beautiful orange orbs and you drive a Geo Metro, forget it. Get someone with a real car. A truck with a cab, an Eagle, a hatchback.
If you're going to be pulling from the same neighborhood, you'll want a quiet car. Shitty loud cars that wake people up from deep sleeps are OK if you're going to stop once and go on to another area, but why add the pressure? I prefer collecting pumpkins as care-free as possible. Which leads to my next point, the simple pumpkin-aquirement algorithm.
Have your driver drop you off at a certain point and then drive ahead to the next stop sign and wait to pick you up. In a given suburban block, there'll be just about a carryable limit of pumpkins (with a bookbag). You can avoid backtracking (innefficient and dangerous) in this manner. Not rocket science, but something to keep in mind. If you live in the country, you don't have to worry about this, as houses are farther off the road. Generally the suburbs are the best place to get pumpkins, so if you live in the city or country, go to the 'burbs.
The Tools
Flashlights flashlights flashlights. If you do your collecting pre-Halloween, and late at night, there's a good chance things won't be lit up. Thoug letting your eyes adjust to darkness and then working in it is best, there may be times you'll want a light. What's that slime on the pumpkin? Ewww, a big fat fucking SLUG! Gross. Of course arranging pumpkins in the back of the truck or car is aided by light.
Bookbags can aid you on carrying extra pumpkins and also act as a place to store flashlights and extra clothes. Common sense. But since you're reading this you and are considering doing this you probably have none. Anyway, again, black is better than jungle leopard pink and green print Barbie backpacks, but if that's your thing just be prepared to get nicknamed "Gay Fag the Pumpkin Snatch" by your jailmates (yes, police DO arrest and detain pumpkin-snatchers, usually as trespassers, minor thieves, vandals, etc.).
Goat-skin gloves not protect your hands from abrasions caused by pumpkin-shaft spines but also feel soft and retain heat well. Spend the extra $10 and your hands will thank you.
OK. That's all. If you wanna be lazier you can get away with it. This was meant for large (16+) pumpkin-snatching operations. Good luck.
Yes. It is correct to assume that, on average at any given time, 1/5 of the stories in the submission queue are, indeed, trolls. Research conducted by me has revealed that this ratio is usually stable, but certain factors do cause it to shift.
For example, a Jon Katz story invariably leads to not only a higher story submission rate, but a higher troll-to-legit story ratio, something along the lines of 3/5. All flaming Slashdot about Katz. Imagine the headache the authors must have when dealing with such a crapflood of trolls! It's a wonder they even let Katz write for them anymore. Hell, Wired fired him. No one knows what is at the heart of the CmdrTaco / Jon Katz relationship. Probably a lot of semen.
Now, as for when one of the GNU champions is featured in a story, the submission rate usually stays the same but the troll concentration increases, usually to about 2/5 of the stories submitted. Many astute trolls will criticize the FSF's non-acceptance of the BSDL (primarily because it wasn't created by RMS) and the general malaize and stench of the Open Source / shit-fag gay community. Eric S. Raymond, go ahead and write another article! The trolls are waiting in the wings.
Lastly we must not forget another thing that'll cause all-around general trolling mayhem on Slashdot: Malda's detestable spelling habits. The one time he was commenting on a story about disabling the finger server on UNIX systems, he misspelled finger as fniger. WHOA. The whole Slashdot community was up in arms over what was percieved as a barely hidden racial slur. To "stop the fniger server" was taken to mean that blacks shouldn't be using Linux!!! What an idiot Rob Malda is, whether or not the "fniger fiasco" was intentional. 5/5 of all story submissions that day were trolls, and the signal to noise ratio mutated to 4:1 (troll:legit) for 3 days straight after.
Hopefully you understand the consequences on the story submission queue when Slashdot delivers certain kinds of stories.
GM Jesse twitched and farted in his sleep. Next to him lay Susie Anne Lou, the GM plant-slut and all around bar whore. She was 42. She was also awake.
"Jesse, wake up," she hissed, her voice like sandpaper from years of a 5-pack-a-day smoking habit. "Wake up you fat son of a bitch!"
Stirring and mumbling something about "polishing his knob like a good little slut," GM Jesse awoke slowly. He winced as had fallen asleep with his cheap sunglasses on again and inadvertantly shoved them into his face in a failed attempt to wipe the sleep from his eyes.
"What the fuck!?" he exclaimed as he groggily looked around. He gasped as he saw Susie Anne Lou; he had forgotten that he had "seduced" (bought her 7 beers at the bar) and fucked her earlier that night. He had been dreaming about Sarah Jessica Parker's perky Jewish tits and her shaven Jewish pussy. He had "messed her pussy up" all night long in his dream and waking up to Susie Anne Lou was in sharp contrast to his fantasy.
"You were snoring and farting. You God-damned pig, I don't expect to deal with shit-smell and grunting after I fuck," Susie Anne Lou said pointedly. "God dammit!"
Without hesitation, GM Jesse bitchslapped Susie Anne Lou. "Fuckin' cunt, God-damn bitchin' an' whinin' after I got my balls in you," he berated. "Next time you want this God-damned meat pole you're gonna get down on your knees and kiss my balls first, you fuckin' hag!"
The next morning, Susie Ann Lou, the GM plant-slut, was nowhere to be seen. Neither was GM Jesse's guitar (untouched since '78), his Journey records (last listened to yesterday), his beer (all 5 cases of it, chilled), and a stack of porno mags (Open Legs, Hustler, and Shaved).
"Fuckin' slut stole all my shit, God dammit!" GM Jesse exclaimed angrily. "Fuckin' fuck-hole walked off with all my favotire shit!"
He grabbed his jean jacket and waddled out the door. It was a warm summer morning in Kansas City and he was wearing his finest red cut-off jogging pant shorts, a stained white tshirt, and a flannel shirt overtop of that. His shoes were imitation leather with Velcro straps. GM Jesse didn't have time to fuck around with tyin' his shoes!
His belly hung out from his tshirt, and though he didn't notice, his dirty cock was hanging limply from a hole he had cut in the front of his jogging pant cut-off shorts so he woulnd't have to pull them down to piss. He'd done this while trying to piss in a beer bottle in his reclining chair late one Wednesday night. It was quite hard to piss in a beer bottle sitting down with your dick aimed down and over the top of an elastic band!
His '78 stationwagon peeled out of his driveway and down the gravelly road toward I-70 and the GM plant.
His buddies from the line were drinking in the parking lot before work, per tradition every work day, and he didn't want to be late.
Saab, you idiot, Saab. And no, the 93 replaces the 900 and the 95 replaces the 9000. There is no 94 or 90000. Of course this was a troll but an extremely lame one. Try again.
I have one from July that is almost finished. I travel this weekend and I wanted something to do on the plane more fun than staring at a movie, so we'll see...
The word means "I'm reading" in Latin, i's related to the English word legible, the Greek word LOGOS "writing" and has little to do with building locks.
Eddie [woken by ringing, hung over, pissed off]: HEEE-lo
Me [disguised voice]: Is Justin there?
Eddie: WAAIT...
[pause as phone is only slightly moved away from Eddie's mouth]
Eddie: JUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDD!
[phone clicks as Justin picks up his extensions at Eddie's house]
Judd: Yeah what the Hell is it?
Eddie [angered by Justin's gayness and shitty attitude]: IT'S ONE OF YOUR
GODDAMN FRIENDS, TELL THEM NOT TO CALL AT 3AM ANYMORE! AND I WANT THE
CULDESAC CLEANED UP FROM ALL OF YOUR FRIENDS' SMASHED PUMPKINS BY THE TIME I
LEAVE FOR WORK TOMORROW MORNING!
Justin: Yeah, OK, whatever Eddie. Get the Hell off the phone.
[loud SLAM as Eddie hangs up; Eddie's cursing and strained breathing can be
heard in the background]
Justin: Who is this!?
[loud CLICK as phone on the other end hangs up, leaving Justin with a dead
line]
Slashdot Mirror
Tuesday, October 30, will be the date of an unprecedented Troll Tuesday!
On October 30th, I ask that you write an original story, essay, joke, ASCII image, etc. regarding Rob "CmdrTaco" Malda and post, post, post it all over Slashdot!
So far 20 trolls of varying degrees of infamy have signed abord this ground-breaking project-- will you?
Email me at trollaxor@mac.com with questions or suggestions!
October 30th, 2001: the Troll Tuesday of the Millenium
Tuesday, October 30, will be the date of an unprecedented Troll Tuesday!
On October 30th, beginning at 0800 EST and lasting until 2359, I ask that you write an original story, essay, joke, ASCII image, etc. regarding Rob "CmdrTaco" Malda and post, post, post it all over Slashdot!
So far 20 trolls of varying degrees of infamy have signed abord this ground-breaking project-- will you?
Email me at trollaxor@mac.com with questions or suggestions!
October 30th, 2001: the Troll Tuesday of the Millenium
Tuesday, October 30, will be the date of an unprecedented Troll Tuesday!
On October 30th, beginning at 0800 EST and lasting until 2359, I ask that you write an original story, essay, joke, ASCII image, etc. regarding Rob "CmdrTaco" Malda and post, post, post it all over Slashdot!
So far 20 trolls of varying degrees of infamy have signed abord this ground-breaking project-- will you?
Email me at trollaxor@mac.com with questions or suggestions!
October 30th, 2001: the Troll Tuesday of the Millenium
Tuesday, October 30, will be the date of an unprecedented Troll Tuesday!
On October 30th, beginning at 0800 EST and lasting until 2359, I ask that you write an original story, essay, joke, ASCII image, etc. regarding Rob "CmdrTaco" Malda and post, post, post it all over Slashdot!
So far 20 trolls of varying degrees of infamy have signed abord this ground-breaking project-- will you?
Email me at trollaxor@mac.com with questions or suggestions!
October 30th, 2001: the Troll Tuesday of the Millenium
Tuesday, October 30, will be the date of an unprecedented Troll Tuesday!
On October 30th, beginning at 0800 EST and lasting until 2359, I ask that you write an original story, essay, joke, ASCII image, etc. regarding Rob "CmdrTaco" Malda and post, post, post it all over Slashdot!
So far 20 trolls of varying degrees of infamy have signed abord this ground-breaking project-- will you?
Email me at trollaxor@mac.com with questions or suggestions!
October 30th, 2001: the Troll Tuesday of the Millenium
Tuesday, October 30, will be the date of an unprecedented Troll Tuesday!
On October 30th, beginning at 0800 EST and lasting until 2359, I ask that you write an original story, essay, joke, ASCII image, etc. regarding Rob "CmdrTaco" Malda and post, post, post it all over Slashdot!
So far 20 trolls of varying degrees of infamy have signed abord this ground-breaking project-- will you?
Email me at trollaxor@mac.com with questions or suggestions!
October 30th, 2001: the Troll Tuesday of the Millenium
Tuesday, October 30, will be the date of an unprecedented Troll Tuesday!
On October 30th, beginning at 0800 EST and lasting until 2359, I ask that you write an original story, essay, joke, ASCII image, etc. regarding Rob "CmdrTaco" Malda and post, post, post it all over Slashdot!
So far 20 trolls of varying degrees of infamy have signed abord this ground-breaking project-- will you?
Email me at trollaxor@mac.com with questions or suggestions!
October 30th, 2001: the Troll Tuesday of the Millenium
Attention Slashdot trolls & crapflooders:
Tuesday, October 30, will be the date of an unprecedented Troll Tuesday!
On October 30th, beginning at 0800 EST and lasting until 2359, I ask that you write an original story, essay, joke, ASCII image, etc. regarding Rob "CmdrTaco" Malda and post, post, post it all over Slashdot!
So far 20 trolls of varying degrees of infamy have signed abord this ground-breaking project-- will you?
Email me at trollaxor@mac.com with questions or suggestions!
October 30th, 2001: the Troll Tuesday of the Millenium
OK, Next tuesday (10/30) I m asking all real trolls and crapflooders to write a little something about CmdrTaco-- and post it ALL DAY LONG ALL OVER SLASHDOT.
it'll be a time to remember. so far me, Asul, Turd Report, and others are involved... will you be?
ewww it hurts
--'--,--@
i started on mine today and it should be ready by tomorrow or Thur.
this is going to roxor slashdot's gay coxor.
WHO ELSE IS WITH US COME ON COME ON
LETS MAKE 2001/10/30 A TROLL TUESDAY TO REMEMBER
Hey!
Do you want to write up a story about Taco and crapflood SLashdot with it next Tuesday!?
Me and Asul and CmdrTaco on have all decided to do this!
We could use your talent!
hey great! the onslaught will begin no earlier than 8am Eastern time, but for me it'll be more like 9:15 Eastern (I'm central).
THANKS
Hey! Let's all get our best anti-Taco stories together and troll the fuck out of Slashdot with them next troll Tuesday.
I got a new one that will begin a series of similar articles... Next week's will focus on ROb Malda.
My friend, Asul, has an expose on a strange new device of ROb Malda's invention to share with you all on 10/30.
Who's with us!?
cunt cunt cunt
wh00t
lick my brown eye socket
fucken faggot
Hahaha
NOt in this story, Coward
Smashing Pumpkins
No, not the altrock band, but the actual act of forcefully destroying large winter squash! To maximize pumpkin-collection and pumpkin-smashing, you should have friends, a car, flashlights, black clothing, and a good idea of the layout of the area (access and escape routes).
The Clothing
Wearing black is a no-brainer. Hot pink and white jumpsuits are inappropriate for stealing anything, let alone pumpkins. (However, if there is to be a decoy in your group...) Black jogging pants and hoodies can be had for $8 to $15 a piece depending on where they were purchased. I would recommend plain jogging pants over the swishies-- and generics over the name brands. For one, you don't want to make more noise than you have to if you are going to grab pumpkins from a lit-up front porch. Second, you're likely to run, fall, drip pumpkin guts, and get dirty in general so why pay the extra $$$ on name-brand shit that is no better than the cheaper generics. Your call.
One minor point to think of is, should you end up in civilization, you may want to look normal. So wear or carry clean, less criminal-looking clothes. A Denny's breather or a run-in with Mr. Occifer may be times your clothes can give your activities away.
The Car
If your aim is to collect over a dozen beautiful orange orbs and you drive a Geo Metro, forget it. Get someone with a real car. A truck with a cab, an Eagle, a hatchback.
If you're going to be pulling from the same neighborhood, you'll want a quiet car. Shitty loud cars that wake people up from deep sleeps are OK if you're going to stop once and go on to another area, but why add the pressure? I prefer collecting pumpkins as care-free as possible. Which leads to my next point, the simple pumpkin-aquirement algorithm.
Have your driver drop you off at a certain point and then drive ahead to the next stop sign and wait to pick you up. In a given suburban block, there'll be just about a carryable limit of pumpkins (with a bookbag). You can avoid backtracking (innefficient and dangerous) in this manner. Not rocket science, but something to keep in mind. If you live in the country, you don't have to worry about this, as houses are farther off the road. Generally the suburbs are the best place to get pumpkins, so if you live in the city or country, go to the 'burbs.
The Tools
Flashlights flashlights flashlights. If you do your collecting pre-Halloween, and late at night, there's a good chance things won't be lit up. Thoug letting your eyes adjust to darkness and then working in it is best, there may be times you'll want a light. What's that slime on the pumpkin? Ewww, a big fat fucking SLUG! Gross. Of course arranging pumpkins in the back of the truck or car is aided by light.
Bookbags can aid you on carrying extra pumpkins and also act as a place to store flashlights and extra clothes. Common sense. But since you're reading this you and are considering doing this you probably have none. Anyway, again, black is better than jungle leopard pink and green print Barbie backpacks, but if that's your thing just be prepared to get nicknamed "Gay Fag the Pumpkin Snatch" by your jailmates (yes, police DO arrest and detain pumpkin-snatchers, usually as trespassers, minor thieves, vandals, etc.).
Goat-skin gloves not protect your hands from abrasions caused by pumpkin-shaft spines but also feel soft and retain heat well. Spend the extra $10 and your hands will thank you.
OK. That's all. If you wanna be lazier you can get away with it. This was meant for large (16+) pumpkin-snatching operations. Good luck.
Yes. It is correct to assume that, on average at any given time, 1/5 of the stories in the submission queue are, indeed, trolls. Research conducted by me has revealed that this ratio is usually stable, but certain factors do cause it to shift.
For example, a Jon Katz story invariably leads to not only a higher story submission rate, but a higher troll-to-legit story ratio, something along the lines of 3/5. All flaming Slashdot about Katz. Imagine the headache the authors must have when dealing with such a crapflood of trolls! It's a wonder they even let Katz write for them anymore. Hell, Wired fired him. No one knows what is at the heart of the CmdrTaco / Jon Katz relationship. Probably a lot of semen.
Now, as for when one of the GNU champions is featured in a story, the submission rate usually stays the same but the troll concentration increases, usually to about 2/5 of the stories submitted. Many astute trolls will criticize the FSF's non-acceptance of the BSDL (primarily because it wasn't created by RMS) and the general malaize and stench of the Open Source / shit-fag gay community. Eric S. Raymond, go ahead and write another article! The trolls are waiting in the wings.
Lastly we must not forget another thing that'll cause all-around general trolling mayhem on Slashdot: Malda's detestable spelling habits. The one time he was commenting on a story about disabling the finger server on UNIX systems, he misspelled finger as fniger. WHOA. The whole Slashdot community was up in arms over what was percieved as a barely hidden racial slur. To "stop the fniger server" was taken to mean that blacks shouldn't be using Linux!!! What an idiot Rob Malda is, whether or not the "fniger fiasco" was intentional. 5/5 of all story submissions that day were trolls, and the signal to noise ratio mutated to 4:1 (troll:legit) for 3 days straight after.
Hopefully you understand the consequences on the story submission queue when Slashdot delivers certain kinds of stories.
GM Jesse twitched and farted in his sleep. Next to him lay Susie Anne Lou, the GM plant-slut and all around bar whore. She was 42. She was also awake.
"Jesse, wake up," she hissed, her voice like sandpaper from years of a 5-pack-a-day smoking habit. "Wake up you fat son of a bitch!"
Stirring and mumbling something about "polishing his knob like a good little slut," GM Jesse awoke slowly. He winced as had fallen asleep with his cheap sunglasses on again and inadvertantly shoved them into his face in a failed attempt to wipe the sleep from his eyes.
"What the fuck!?" he exclaimed as he groggily looked around. He gasped as he saw Susie Anne Lou; he had forgotten that he had "seduced" (bought her 7 beers at the bar) and fucked her earlier that night. He had been dreaming about Sarah Jessica Parker's perky Jewish tits and her shaven Jewish pussy. He had "messed her pussy up" all night long in his dream and waking up to Susie Anne Lou was in sharp contrast to his fantasy.
"You were snoring and farting. You God-damned pig, I don't expect to deal with shit-smell and grunting after I fuck," Susie Anne Lou said pointedly. "God dammit!"
Without hesitation, GM Jesse bitchslapped Susie Anne Lou. "Fuckin' cunt, God-damn bitchin' an' whinin' after I got my balls in you," he berated. "Next time you want this God-damned meat pole you're gonna get down on your knees and kiss my balls first, you fuckin' hag!"
The next morning, Susie Ann Lou, the GM plant-slut, was nowhere to be seen. Neither was GM Jesse's guitar (untouched since '78), his Journey records (last listened to yesterday), his beer (all 5 cases of it, chilled), and a stack of porno mags (Open Legs, Hustler, and Shaved).
"Fuckin' slut stole all my shit, God dammit!" GM Jesse exclaimed angrily. "Fuckin' fuck-hole walked off with all my favotire shit!"
He grabbed his jean jacket and waddled out the door. It was a warm summer morning in Kansas City and he was wearing his finest red cut-off jogging pant shorts, a stained white tshirt, and a flannel shirt overtop of that. His shoes were imitation leather with Velcro straps. GM Jesse didn't have time to fuck around with tyin' his shoes!
His belly hung out from his tshirt, and though he didn't notice, his dirty cock was hanging limply from a hole he had cut in the front of his jogging pant cut-off shorts so he woulnd't have to pull them down to piss. He'd done this while trying to piss in a beer bottle in his reclining chair late one Wednesday night. It was quite hard to piss in a beer bottle sitting down with your dick aimed down and over the top of an elastic band!
His '78 stationwagon peeled out of his driveway and down the gravelly road toward I-70 and the GM plant.
His buddies from the line were drinking in the parking lot before work, per tradition every work day, and he didn't want to be late.
Saab, you idiot, Saab. And no, the 93 replaces the 900 and the 95 replaces the 9000. There is no 94 or 90000. Of course this was a troll but an extremely lame one. Try again.
Ask and ye shall recieve.
I have one from July that is almost finished. I travel this weekend and I wanted something to do on the plane more fun than staring at a movie, so we'll see...
Waaait a minute...
GM Jesse!?
Took me long enough...
The word means "I'm reading" in Latin, i's related to the English word legible, the Greek word LOGOS "writing" and has little to do with building locks.
[3am, phone ringing]
Eddie [woken by ringing, hung over, pissed off]: HEEE-lo
Me [disguised voice]: Is Justin there?
Eddie: WAAIT...
[pause as phone is only slightly moved away from Eddie's mouth]
Eddie: JUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDD!
[phone clicks as Justin picks up his extensions at Eddie's house]
Judd: Yeah what the Hell is it?
Eddie [angered by Justin's gayness and shitty attitude]: IT'S ONE OF YOUR
GODDAMN FRIENDS, TELL THEM NOT TO CALL AT 3AM ANYMORE! AND I WANT THE
CULDESAC CLEANED UP FROM ALL OF YOUR FRIENDS' SMASHED PUMPKINS BY THE TIME I
LEAVE FOR WORK TOMORROW MORNING!
Justin: Yeah, OK, whatever Eddie. Get the Hell off the phone.
[loud SLAM as Eddie hangs up; Eddie's cursing and strained breathing can be
heard in the background]
Justin: Who is this!?
[loud CLICK as phone on the other end hangs up, leaving Justin with a dead
line]
~Fin~