Posted on 06/30/2013 5:04:32 PM PDT by Focault's Pendulum
If you would just eat a little more and more often they’d stop trying to stuff you.
Sidebar Moderator could then stop eating all your donuts to keep them from going to waste. That is, whenever Sidebar returns from the - cough - swim.
Religion Moderator could return to a more balanced diet and skip eating your share of Godiva Chocolates.
Lead Moderator could stop swiping your hash browns and waffles and return to Lead Mod’s preferred oatmeal.
That’s the one.
How’d you get ahold of that? I was told all evidence had been destroyed.
Thank you for your service to this country. God bless you and yours.
Invite them in.
dont do it daffy or theyll put you in an episode of jersey shore
BTTT
Depends who you're rooting for. Or what.
true...
Thank you again!
IChing knows, and I am sure he will also thank you privately in FreeperMail.
Listen up, Freeper friends. Not everyone who is new, and posts to other blogs is a “blog-pumper”. Some of them are doing their best to add to our understanding of the mess we are facing, even if they have new sign-up dates.
Some of them may have recently “woken up, and smelled the coffee”, and now are looking for a new home, with more objective information. Don’t immediately judge them, just based on a sign up date.
Some of them might be your own sons and daughters, who finally figured it out, after years of listening to your efforts to reach them.
Yes, we do have trolls, and we do have those who want to distract us from finding the truth, and some who will push their own blogs in an effort to get our eyes on their blogs to increase their advertising revenues.
But not all of them come here with such intent. Be careful in judgement, friends.
And to those of you who helped get IChing re-instated today - You have my thanks and my gratitude.
Please let me know if I can ever help you in any way, and God bless you, Freeperfriends.
Thank heaven we got that'n pumped and cleared up.
Love it!
I suggested a colander to my younger sis when she was struggling with the teen-age years, to protect her brain from whatever the teens had thought up lately to befuddle her.
She actually tried it, when they were at their worst, and everyone instantly collapsed into giggles. They knew they were caught!
I only wish I had discovered it soon enough to save me from my teen-agers. Somehow, I survived, but am sure I lost some (or most) of my brains in the process.
Now, I have one at the ready, all the time, if ever I watch the MSM videos on the ‘puter, because there really are brain worms out there, you know! Way worse than “sound-worms”!
I no longer can afford cable, which is God’s way of protecting me, but we can never be too careful, right? So, carefully don your best aluminum or stainless steel colander when watching anything on the ‘net! Plastic just doesn’t cut it.
It was.
Never jump into the Atlantic Ocean on the Jersey Shore in April..it’s freezing!
How cold is it, Daffynition?
Cold enough for one to say *This is the stupidest thing I’ve evah dun*
Did you survive?
The interview had been going well. Finally my interviewer got to the part that signaled he had no more questions. The signal doesn’t vary much from company to company. “Well,” he said, “that’s all the questions I have for you. Do you have any for me?” I have a pretty good set of questions I usually ask to let him know I was paying attention and really care about the job. Usually I already know the answer but asking the question is imporbeiget. In this case I really did have a question about something that had piqued my curiosity. “That office over there,” I nodded my head to my left, his right, “I haven’t seen anyone go in or out since I’ve been here. What’s it used for?” “Oh, people don’t go in there. That’s where we keep the zombie coders.” “Zombie coders?” My poker face was nowhere to be found. “You have zombies in there?” “Oh, yeah.” He said. “They’re great. Their code is as good as we ever got from people. They don’t mind working long, hard hours, and we don’t have to pay them a thing.” “But, I thought zombies were dangerous.” I was making sure I knew where the exits were. “Oh, not if you feed them well,” he assured me. “They really don’t have any interest in coming out of that room. The only reason they would is if they got hungry We haven’t ever had a problem with that. They don’t even get noisy any more, although in the early days the sounds coming through the door would tell us they were hungry.” “But, how can you feed them if...” “Shh,” he interrupted me, “you’re just in time. Just watch.” At that point a man came into the room and said, “Did someone order pizza?” My host pointed to the door and the pizza man said, “Thanks.” Then he opened the door. Immediately he was snatched and I heard the first part of a scream before the door shut behind him and muffled the sound of rending flesh. Nobody else in the room even looked up. “Delivery guys are our salvation. There are way too many of them in this city anyway. Nobody cares when one goes missing. And there are plenty of food places around here so we can or der delivery for over 3 months before we have to repeat. It’s a really sweet setup.” I’m not sure what he was reading in my face at this point, but I noticed more movement by that door. A man in a suit and tie knocked on the door and said, “OK, guys, status time.” Then he opened the door and went in. I cringed waiting for the sounds I had heard from the pizza guy, but was surprised when nothing happened. A few minutes later the door opened and the man in the suit came out. “Thanks, guys. See you tomorrow,” he said. “How did he do that?” I asked, my eyes surely as round as saucers at this point. “Oh, that was the project manager. He was never in any danger. The zombies only eat brains.”
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