September 21st, 2005*&^%!#%$ conference calls
We have been on the same conference call since 9AM.
It’s 1230PM.. it doesn’t look like it’s stopping anytime soon.
I can’t get any other work done AND I am bored out of my mind.
Kill me.
is it possible to kill an angel?(not saying if i am considering you a good angel or a fallen angel, but i think you already know!) 🙂
Comment by andy — September 21, 2005 @ 1:43 pm
Death to conference calls!
Yes to raisins!
Comment by Grampa — September 21, 2005 @ 2:33 pm
Yes. It’s possible.. you have to use silver-tipped arrows. (Yes, I am full of BS today.) 😛
Death to conference calls and raisins. 😛
Comment by the insider — September 21, 2005 @ 2:46 pm
Raisins are lethal to angels.
Comment by Grampa — September 21, 2005 @ 2:50 pm
Ah see, that’s another way. But it hasn’t been established if I am a good angel or a bad angel.. so which way would work?
Comment by the insider — September 21, 2005 @ 2:51 pm
All angels. Little winged bitches just ain’t got no stomach.
Comment by Grampa — September 21, 2005 @ 2:58 pm
You just called me little and a bitch?
Death to you.
Comment by the insider — September 21, 2005 @ 3:01 pm
well, since he’s already a raisin…
Comment by wendykat — September 21, 2005 @ 3:04 pm
I never called you an angel. well, at least not today.
Comment by Grampa — September 21, 2005 @ 3:14 pm
Wendy.. lol.
Grampa—not you, Andy. Andy said I was an angel—a fallen angel. 😛
Comment by the insider — September 21, 2005 @ 3:22 pm
I was merely speculating on the ways to kill any annoying flying insect, a class of which I consider angels to be a part of.
Its not my fault if you bought into that whole angel business. I refuse to accept responsibilty for your delusions.
I am not wrinkly, damnit!
Comment by Grampa — September 21, 2005 @ 3:26 pm
Responsibility for my delusions?! Zoot alors. Just ’cause you can’t deal with the fact that I am an angel—a non-fallen angel mind you—doesn’t make me delusional.
Wrinkly bastard.
Comment by the insider — September 21, 2005 @ 3:31 pm
Mutter, mutter, I hate you all, I should have killed you all…
Comment by Grampa — September 21, 2005 @ 3:42 pm
Aww.. poor old Grampa. We’ll make sure the “home” is nice and all that shit.
Comment by the insider — September 21, 2005 @ 3:47 pm
… with lots of jello, big breasted nurses (i’m not specifying gender though, because that would be sexist) and seniors bingo…
Comment by wendykat — September 21, 2005 @ 4:08 pm
rotfl. Definitely wendy. He did mention a rather well endowed former girlfriend… ahem.
Comment by the insider — September 21, 2005 @ 4:10 pm
There’s always room for jello.
Especially in the hot tub with the nurses.
I fuckin’ love bingo. Not as much as backgammon, but, at my age, it gets a little hard to roll the dice. Shaky hands and all.
Comment by Grampa — September 21, 2005 @ 4:25 pm
Old dudes do not get to go into the hot tub with the nurses—that’s for the orderlies. 😉
You can eat jello though. And play backgammon. ‘Cause lord knows you won’t be able to do much else.
Comment by the insider — September 21, 2005 @ 4:33 pm
I’m very orderly.
Comment by Grampa — September 21, 2005 @ 4:38 pm
Cute.
Comment by the insider — September 21, 2005 @ 4:38 pm