All my extremities are deep fruity green
this is going bad places
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this is going bad places
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Saturday, September 8
Thursday, September 6
Monday, September 3
Toby:
My fetish for lettuce, now growing obscene, ...
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Oooh, alliteration no less. Bedtime, methinks, before I get a nasty attack of comma-itis and accidentally punctuate myself to death. The new Helpdesk dude seems OK. He needs to be gently delegated to over the next few days, I do feel. Saturday, September 1
cheesey:
ooooh I've lost that sweet'n'sour feeling.
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time for a new end syllable guys this post brought to you by chinese food and internet drama
jimmy:
SQQQQUUUUENNNNKKK RAAAAARRRRRIING?...
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Last month was a bit hectic here too, yes - was Disserted and then moved back to parents
Toby:
...the sound in the distance of elephants squealing...
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*raises hand* It has been a month of three extremes:
Rinse, repeat. Note that due to sod's law, there is no opportunity between 2 and 3 for me to realize that 1 was a bad idea and that I should rectify 2. Still, hopefully the new guy will be starting on Monday, so I can let him get bored while I actually fix stuff. Or not :P
cheesey:
Letters and newspapers stuck to the ceiling...
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so who else here has had a horribly long and confusing month? (angus descends)
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