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7's the key number here. Think about it. 7-Elevens. 7 doors. 7, man, that's the number. 7 chipmunks twirlin' on a branch, eatin' lots of sunflowers on my uncle's ranch. You know that old children's tale from the sea. It's like you're dreamin' about Gorgonzola cheese when it's clearly Brie time, baby. Step into my office.
 
There's Something About Mary
You know, I might not get so many if you weren't quoting 95% of these from movies I own...

EDIT: Sorry, don't mean that to sound unappreciative, I am glad there is someone around here willing to help kill the work boredom this week! Cheers :beer:
 
Amish, your sig reminded me of something...

Regrets I've Had A Few
First And Foremost I'd Like To Mention You
For The Sake Of Conversation We'll Call You The Brand New Heavy
Your A Mix Between An Ugnaut And Eugene Levy
You Can Call It Big-Boned, I Prefer To Call It Gut
Your Buddha Your Shamu Your Jabba The Fvckin' Hutt
You Had Harpoon Scars And Your Boobies Were Hairy
I Smelt Tuna Melt But I Wasn¹T Gonna Worry
It Was 3 A.M. And I Wasn't Gettin' Squat
So I Rolled You Up In Flour And Aimed It For The Wet Spot
I Was Buttering Rolls Like A Soup Kitchen Christian
Then It Hit Me Something Bit Me While My Little Rod Was Fishin'
I Was Deep Sea Fishing I Took A Fat Chance
But How Was I Supposed To Know That Jabberjaws
Lived In Your Pants
At That Junction I Came To Realize
That Only Frank Purdue Likes Thighs That Size
Fatty Fatty Boom Ba Latty I Gotta Lament
That You Were Not A Girl You Were An Experiment
Cause You're Pretty When I'm Drunk
(You're Pretty When I'm Drunk)
You're Pretty When I'm Drunk
And I'm pretty fvcking drunk
 
Avatar... lovin the Bloodhound Gang reference! 😀


Hold on. You have to slow down. You're losing it. You have to take a breath. Listen to yourself. You're connecting a computer bug I had with a computer bug you might have had and some religious hogwash. You want to find the number 216 in the world, you will be able to find it everywhere. 216 steps from a mere street corner to your front door. 216 seconds you spend riding on the elevator. When your mind becomes obsessed with anything, you will filter everything else out and find that thing everywhere.
 
i came home at noon, so i can go in tonight and work midnight to 8 am

then i am off thursday, i asked for friday off because, starting sunday, i get to work midnight to 8 am for six days straight! yippie! i am so lucky


i hope there is somebody around OT in the middle of the night to keep me awake
 
I dreamed he got down to that place Boss Howell talked about, that Mouseville place. I dreamed there was kids, and how they laughed at his tricks! My! I dreamed those two little blonde-headed girls were there. They 'us laughing, too. I put my arms around 'em and sat 'em on my knees, and there 'us no blood comin' outta their hair and they 'us fine. We all watch Mr. Jingles roll that spool, and how we did laugh. Fit to bust, we was.
 
#1) I see your cat crapped on my newspaper again.
Yeah, who says you can't train a cat?

#2) Why don't you do the world a favor and pull your lip over your head - and swallow?
 
Yea, I also have to be working tommorow which sucks. My co-worker and I have been playing Counter-Strike and currently watching Family Guy right now. Hell, I'm getting paid for this. 😛
 
Originally posted by: cashman
Yea, I also have to be working tommorow which sucks. My co-worker and I have been playing Counter-Strike and currently watching Family Guy right now. Hell, I'm getting paid for this. 😛
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Must be nice... I have to resort to occasional posts throughout the day while I input massive amounts of info into our database... What I would give for some good old-fashioned sales calls right now...:disgust:
 
One of those was grumpier old men.

Here's one:

In this big game that we play it is not what you find and it's not what you deserve - It's What You Take. I'm Frank T.J. Mackey, Master of the Muffin and author of the Seduce and Destroy System
of audio and videocassettes that will teach you the techniques to have any hard-body blonde dripping to wet your dock! Bottom line? Language. The magical key to unlocking any woman's analytical ability and tap directly into her hopes, wants, fears, desires and panties.

"Seduce and Destroy," creates an immediate sexual attraction in any muffin you meet. Learn how to make that lady - "friend" your sex-starving-servant. Create an instant, money-back guaranteed trance-like state that'll have any little so and so just begging for it. I don't care about how you look, what car you drive or what your last bank statement says: "Seduce and Destroy," is gonna teach you how to get that naughty sauce you want - fast!

Hey -- how many more times do you need to here the all too famous line of: "I just don't feel that way about you."

It's easy because it's long
 
Here's a dialogue:

ANTON: Vincent [aka Jerome], where's the shore? We're too far out.
We have to go back!

JEROME: Too late for that. We're closer to the other side.

ANTON: What other side? Do you want to drown us both?

JEROME: (eerily calm) You wanted to know how I did it. This is how I did it, Anton. I never saved anything for the swim back.



I tried to remake the lines to the best of my abilities
 
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