Not that it would keep anyone from being stupid, but I suppose we could giggle knowing that they will eventually die.
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And be punished in a sweltering, fleshy place that reeks of curry and elephant feces, not unlike the average call center.
Where phones ring constantly in tones that pierce better than any blade ever could.
And if you so choose to answer those very phones, you will be greeted by a very simple question.
Which becomes complicated to solve due to the caller's ineptitude at everything, such that one wonders how they manage to survive, as the sheer act of breathing must be a herculean task.
And if you so choose as to point out this fact, they will simply erupt into a spat of poorly connected and improperly pronounced profanity. As if they've raged so hard their mind has begun to melt moreso than it no doubt already has.
And then, truly, will they suffer the most ironic punishment of all:
The fate they forced on many, brought down upon them a million fold.
Justice cannot exist if it is not meted out in abundance to those deserving of punishment.
For those who cannot simply ask the oracle of Google for guidance in all manners before entreating their ignorance upon others, the only fitting retribution shall be the eternal damnation of their soul to the very act they doled out to their fellow man.
And, truly, the only way to ensure that they receive adequate punishment is to place them in a world where they cannot seek reprieve from their sin. Where even the release of death's embrace is denied them.
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why I need to stop thumbing through the dictionary after exhausting my poetry stockpiles in an effort to seek an exodus from the waking world.
Hmm, seems I scared people off.
Well in any case, I'm going to go present my thesis that further within hell, beyond the circle of treachery, lies a 10th circle.
We know it as New Delhi.
Zombie zombie zombie zombie.
Level 16. :|
Jesus, cleaning ladies.
They drank one of my sodas. And didn't put another in the fridge. And they set the AC to 70 (from 77). And they left all the lights on. Like, even the front porch light, when it's bright as fuck out.
I know I was only cleaning an office, but whenever somebody had left anything important or of any value on their desk I was always careful and respectful of their stuff. Taking care not to damage it.
I know most cleaners just don't give a shit. I guess it's down to how you're brought up, though.
Breakfast at 15:00, cooked by my boyfriend?
Yes, pl0x.
Also, I've had to do some minor cleanup after the maintenance people have been in to change AC filters and what not. But I've also had money sitting out in plain view a couple of times when they've been here and I've been out, and it's never disappeared. :wacko:
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I'm not the boss. /shrug
I'm also pretty sure they took my little sister's iTouch 2 & digital camera, but they swear up and down that it wasn't there, and my mother thinks my sister just lost them both. The thing is, my sister always leaves them on her bed, right up against the wall. She only uses the iPod in bed since she has a 4th gen that she takes around with her, and the camera we bought about three weeks before so she would have something to bring on her choir trip. She hadn't used the camera since then. But suddenly, on the night before Edgefest (the same day the cleaning people came) they were both gone.
Hey, I was totally the best thief ever when I was a kid. :wacko:
They're not paid to clean, though. :P
I read a news article earlier today about a guy who was arrested after a traffic stop for outstanding warrants. Apparently, he went to 7 different banks while he was working as an ATM technician type person and took $200,000 in cash, replacing it with fake bills, then left his wife and has been living under the radar for 10 months.
Speaking of extradition, have you seen The Next Three Days? Great movie.
Morning hangout.
New av/sig :awesome:
Evening worm. :wacko:
Y'know, as creepy as it is, I really like my current avatar.