The Hangout: SegNin made fun of my thread title :(

[polobunny]

Little more than $1 an hour.

You're fucking worthless.

Tsk tsk tsk, it's with 1 dollars that you make... a mexican living! Ariba ariba!

[Sprung]

I want to work with you though.

That would be pretty awesome.

We don't have any openings though...

[Anonymous]

Flipping burgers for minimum wage, with no chance of advancement, eight hours a day, in a stupid uniform that gets greasier than the burgers.

OR

Sitting in comfort at your computer, listening to music, having fun, and not doing a single ounce of work, with the chance to win thousands in a year.


HMMMMMMM

[polobunny]

Baloney tartar.

Said like that, it sounds like a strong culinary experience. I'm in. =P

[Cyberxion]

Well they're indeed still bones, but do we really need to say what everything is after a certain event occurs? Because if so, you're still Cyberxion. I'm still polobunny. We're still wasting time.

In this case, him being boned describes not the state of his skeletal structure in the aftermath of whatever the shit it was we're talking about, but that of his overall well-being. So while it could be applied to his skeletal structure tangentially, even logically as the state of his skeletal structure is indeed tied into his well being on the whole, to apply it strictly to that is to miss the bigger picture.

In other words, it's not really stating so much what something is after a given event occurs, but what it could be, which is more a call to caution, otherwise um...wait...what?

[polobunny]

Flipping burgers for minimum wage, with no chance of advancement, eight hours a day, in a stupid uniform that gets greasier than the burgers.

OR

Sitting in comfort at your computer, listening to music, having fun, and not doing a single ounce of work, with the chance to win thousands in a year.


HMMMMMMM

And then selling your car, your house and your clothes, lowering the arm of the slot machine one last time.
Get a job, wank.

[Evans]

If I could find a sperm bank, I'd do that.

You should start with a sperm dumpster.

Ray should be online at some point.

[Strongbad]

That would be pretty awesome.

We don't have any openings though...

That's alright. I guess I will just cry until there is an opening.

Sitting in comfort at your computer, listening to music, having fun, and not doing a single ounce of work, with the chance to win thousands in a year.

If you end up on welfare I will kill you.

[Evans]

That would be pretty awesome.

We don't have any openings though...

Give him a car. He'll make one.

[Sprung]

That's alright. I guess I will just cry until there is an opening.


If you end up on welfare I will kill you.

If he ends up on welfare, he'll probably move to a Section 8 property in Indy. You can then screw with his water heater every morning. One day make it real hot, the BAM! go to cold! It's a riot.

[Sprung]

Give him a car. He'll make one.

Job sercurity for me

[polobunny]

In this case, him being boned describes not the state of his skeletal structure in the aftermath of whatever the shit it was we're talking about, but that of his overall well-being. So while it could be applied to his skeletal structure tangentially, even logically as the state of his skeletal structure is indeed tied into his well being on the whole, to apply it strictly to that is to miss the bigger picture.

In other words, it's not really stating so much what something is after a given event occurs, but what it could be, which is more a call to caution, otherwise um...wait...what?

This is your last chance. After this, there is no turning back. You take the blue pill - the story ends, you wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill - you stay in Wonderland and I show you how deep the rabbit-hole goes.

[Strongbad]

Give him a car. He'll make one.

I already have a few large vehicles at my disposal.

[Cyberxion]

Flipping burgers for minimum wage, with no chance of advancement, eight hours a day, in a stupid uniform that gets greasier than the burgers.

OR

Sitting in comfort at your computer, listening to music, having fun, and not doing a single ounce of work, with the chance to win thousands in a year.


HMMMMMMM

The only way to make that comparison relevant would be to work for a place in which your boss can arbitrarily decide not to pay you for a day's wages. Then going to work would be as much of a gamble as what you're doing, and the comparison would have stronger legs.

I have absolutely no drive to sit on my ass and hope that things will come together, especially for such a low-yield deal as the one you're tied up in. Good luck with all of that though.

[Cyberxion]

This is your last chance. After this, there is no turning back. You take the blue pill - the story ends, you wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill - you stay in Wonderland and I show you how deep the rabbit-hole goes.

The red one.