Did you know the worst part about working there was that I didn’t actually want to work there, but my friend who did want to work there was too shy to go in and ask for an application so she and I went in together, then the manager hired both of us on the spot, and I felt that I had no choice but to take a job I didn’t want?
Didn’t the Controller for whom I worked decide to have our quarterly department lunch meeting there (back in '99)?
Can I just say …
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Well, to be fair, wasn’t he kind of a big kid in a lot of ways, so it was more of a bit of goofy fun than odd creepitude? Wasn’t the next meeting held at the local putt-putt place?
Wouldn’t the putt-putt place be much preferred over the Chuck E. Cheeses? Did you manage to fit in roller skating and bowling too?
Didn’t both places have crappy pizza?
And nah, we didn’t skate or ride in the little racecars or any of that, but didn’t we play video games after putt-putt and lunch were done?
And you were too shy to just not show up for work?
If I didn’t show wouldn’t that have gone on my permanent record?
I’m confused - didn’t Jack Dorsey just say they weren’t going to screw around with Twitter?
If I wanted it to be like Facebook, wouldn’t I use Facebook?
If you drink enough cough syrup first, it’s not so bad?
'tussin tripping?
Yes, thank you Mr. Cheese … tastes like purple?
better edited?
On enough dextromorphan, doesn’t
really feel like a question, though?
I hate interrobanging. But if you want to enterobang, hit me errrh… up.
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Queue?
Query?
Why am I so tired at 9pm on a Saturday?
@OtherMichael did the babbies have a good party?
Isn’t it midnight here? Maybe you’re here?