Hump Day. You know what to do.
Sometimes I feel sorry for all those poor bastards who have to work for a living.
Posted: May 2nd, 2018 under personal.
Comments: 13
Comments
Comment from DurnedYankee
Time: May 2, 2018, 3:12 pm
“Hump day. You know what to do.”
Is that a sanction? Oh boy!
Comment from BJM
Time: May 2, 2018, 3:38 pm
Fondle a camel?
Comment from Jon
Time: May 2, 2018, 5:11 pm
“Cake or death?”
Comment from DurnedYankee
Time: May 2, 2018, 5:32 pm
Cake for me too please.
Comment from Anonymous
Time: May 2, 2018, 8:03 pm
I know not what others may choose but as for me, give me a stiff drink. Oh, and cake.
Comment from ExpressoBold
Time: May 2, 2018, 8:37 pm
“I, {state your name}…”
~
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OZJhP97jraA
Comment from DurnedYankee
Time: May 2, 2018, 9:10 pm
Meanwhile on your birthday here in your former homeland we’ve reached peak batshit crazy.
It turns out that Kanye West is a Russian operative.
Talk about Soviet sleeper cells!
You’re not a Soviet sleeper Weasel are you?
Comment from peacelovewoodstock
Time: May 2, 2018, 10:23 pm
>not a Soviet sleeper Weasel are you?
Or perhaps worse, a Russian bot?
Comment from Ric Fan
Time: May 2, 2018, 10:39 pm
Hey, stoaty! Have you got an english accent now? Have you gone all Madonna on us?
Comment from AliceH
Time: May 3, 2018, 3:07 am
I say again, “Always click on links from Pupster.”
(:
Comment from S. Weasel
Time: May 3, 2018, 3:39 pm
Ric Fan: no, not really. Only certain words. You really cannot communicate here if you refuse to call “gas” “petrol”. Everybody thinks you mean butane.
My mother worked the switchboard/intercom system at a hospital for a few years. When she started, she refused to pronounce “nine” as “niyan” because it sounded so stupid. After a few weeks of people calling the office to ask if she said “nine” or “five” she broke down and started saying “niyan”.
It’s like that.
Comment from tomfrompv
Time: May 4, 2018, 4:44 am
In what dialect does nine sound even close to five?
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