I always felt sorry for Nomad. Sure, he murdered billions, but only because he could rise above his programming and see the wisdom of doing something else.
I was starting to wonder if she’s gotten herself trapped in another one of those virtual reality torture-with-intimate-knowledge programs. She had to end the last one by jumping into a volcano…
Right now, you’ll see, I’m cursed by fools.
Though it causes me pain, so I’ll follow the rules.
No way you’ll think I’m putting out drool.
And it causes me pain, so I’ll follow the rules.
And in the bathroom from
The floor above, HR knows.
And though I’ll make amends,
Can’t suspend all my woe…oh, oh…
Right now, you’ll see, I’ll blow my cool.
And it causes me pain, so, I’ll follow the rules…
—from “I’ll Follow the Sun,” The Beatles. (Well, Paul.)
This is going to wind up with Sweetheart in the pound with the last few spots of foam on her mouth and the deer-in-the-headlights look of someone who doesn’t know how it got that bad that quickly, isn’t it?
With any luck, U.N.I.T.Y. will be sitting on the bench next to her (possibly with more foam on her, but that would be anyone’s guess).
Eww, that’s just nasty, Sweetheart. So is it that she follows all the petty rules but not that serious one, or is it that there isn’t technically a rule against that because people shouldn’t need to be told not to do something so disgusting?
They changed that rule just to spite Sweetheart.
It’s baggies of raw *poultry* you’re not supposed to leave in the break room.
All that foam is going to give people the wrong impression, Sweetheart.
Foaming at the mouth,this isn’t going to end well.
That’s gel, not foam.
So, she’s gellin’? At least she can’t wear Dr. Scholl’s.
“Nomad, you are flawed and imperfect!”
I watched that yesterday! I can see Sweetheart getting trapped that way XD
I always felt sorry for Nomad. Sure, he murdered billions, but only because he could rise above his programming and see the wisdom of doing something else.
Sweetheart, you gotta keep it under your desk…
The barbarians just don’t know the joy of properly aged beef, or they’d be doing it themselves.
I suspect the day is going to continue going downhill for Sweetheart.
She’s had worse…
I was starting to wonder if she’s gotten herself trapped in another one of those virtual reality torture-with-intimate-knowledge programs. She had to end the last one by jumping into a volcano…
Right now, you’ll see, I’m cursed by fools.
Though it causes me pain, so I’ll follow the rules.
No way you’ll think I’m putting out drool.
And it causes me pain, so I’ll follow the rules.
And in the bathroom from
The floor above, HR knows.
And though I’ll make amends,
Can’t suspend all my woe…oh, oh…
Right now, you’ll see, I’ll blow my cool.
And it causes me pain, so, I’ll follow the rules…
—from “I’ll Follow the Sun,” The Beatles. (Well, Paul.)
This is going to wind up with Sweetheart in the pound with the last few spots of foam on her mouth and the deer-in-the-headlights look of someone who doesn’t know how it got that bad that quickly, isn’t it?
With any luck, U.N.I.T.Y. will be sitting on the bench next to her (possibly with more foam on her, but that would be anyone’s guess).
Eww, that’s just nasty, Sweetheart. So is it that she follows all the petty rules but not that serious one, or is it that there isn’t technically a rule against that because people shouldn’t need to be told not to do something so disgusting?