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Mrs Dr GB:
I used to be five foot seven and three quarters. The three quarters were very important to me.
(Mon Jan 7, 2002 - 9:56:14 am)
bela:
That guy that was sitting next to me at the table with you, creeped me out. He looked like some racist creepy skinhead marine. And no matter how noisy the bar got, he wouldn't speak any louder.
(Mon Jan 7, 2002 - 9:56:14 am)
Decoy:
I'm 6-3 and 3/4. And I don't care anymore. I used to say I was 6-4, now I round down. Being so tall, the blood drains from your head and you get headaches, its a tortured life, eh, GB?
(Mon Jan 7, 2002 - 9:58:28 am)
Decoy:
Why do I think that was a Marine?
(Mon Jan 7, 2002 - 9:59:01 am)
Mrs Dr GB:
Is that the reason? Dammit. I might start wearing flat shoes all the time. Then I won't get altitude headaches any more.
(Mon Jan 7, 2002 - 10:00:26 am)
Chewing Wax:
I used to say I was eight feet tall, but that was just an excuse to sit in first class.
(Mon Jan 7, 2002 - 10:01:07 am)
Decoy:
No, don't wear flats on that account. Its better to look good than to feel good.
(Mon Jan 7, 2002 - 10:02:00 am)
Decoy:
That explains why you went up to 300 pounds.
(Mon Jan 7, 2002 - 10:02:40 am)
Chewing Wax:
I was never 300 pounds. I played at a lean 285 my entire carreer.
(Mon Jan 7, 2002 - 10:03:09 am)
Chewing Wax:
I need cans of Chunky soup. I'll be right back.
(Mon Jan 7, 2002 - 10:03:43 am)
Decoy:
The 3% body fat was misleading.
(Mon Jan 7, 2002 - 10:03:58 am)
Cushca:
This is all giving me a headache.
(Mon Jan 7, 2002 - 10:18:47 am)
bela:
I ate so much yesterday. I had eggs, a whole box of cookies, raisinettes, glow in the dark gummy worms, totellinis and a tuna fish sandwich, more cookies.
(Mon Jan 7, 2002 - 10:21:10 am)
Mrs Dr GB:
I sympathise.
(Mon Jan 7, 2002 - 10:21:18 am)
Chewing Wax:
Please tell me you didn't really eat something that glows in the dark.
(Mon Jan 7, 2002 - 10:22:11 am)
bela:
Yeah, I did. Those striped gummy worms. I love them. Chris ate one two. But I ate the rest of the bag. I'm not sure if they really glow, the bag says they do I think.
(Mon Jan 7, 2002 - 10:23:58 am)
Mrs Dr GB:
My room-mate is scaring me. She's threatening not to go to work tomorrow, just so she doesn't have to work for my boss.
(Mon Jan 7, 2002 - 10:26:53 am)
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(Mon Jan 7, 2002 - 10:28:41 am)
Chewing Wax:
The whole mud hut will shut down. What will England do?
(Mon Jan 7, 2002 - 10:29:28 am)
Cushca:
Get a temp?
(Mon Jan 7, 2002 - 10:29:47 am)
Chewing Wax:
Some loud mouth foreigner no doubt
(Mon Jan 7, 2002 - 10:30:47 am)
Mrs Dr GB:
He won't have a temp. Baby.
(Mon Jan 7, 2002 - 10:31:32 am)
Cushca:
Why the fuck not?
(Mon Jan 7, 2002 - 10:33:16 am)
Mrs Dr GB:
I don't know. Then Scary Roommate e-mailed me to ask who sorts out temps, apart from me, because she's trying to get one for tomorrow. I don't bloody know. I'm off for 2 days and it's a disaster. They don't pay me enough, obviously.
(Mon Jan 7, 2002 - 10:34:34 am)
Mrs Dr GB:
I play a pivotal role, as they say.
(Mon Jan 7, 2002 - 10:34:43 am)
bela:
Me too. My pivotal role is lying to the big boss - covering my boss's lame slacker ass.
(Mon Jan 7, 2002 - 10:41:59 am)
Mrs Dr GB:
How would you phrase that on a CV?
(Mon Jan 7, 2002 - 10:43:39 am)
bela:
Well, I guess I would bullett the information, listing the most important duties first, so it would go something like this: *drinking coffee and eating *talking on the phone *emailing friends * making personal long distance phone calls *lying to big boss about whereabouts of boss Rob. Not in those words exactly, but you get the drift.
(Mon Jan 7, 2002 - 10:48:40 am)
Chewing Wax:
I'd hire you.
(Mon Jan 7, 2002 - 10:51:02 am)
Cushca:
In a second.
(Mon Jan 7, 2002 - 10:53:50 am)
bela:
I may need a job soon, I think Rob and I are going to get canned, I think big boss knows our racket and isn't too happy about it.
(Mon Jan 7, 2002 - 10:53:57 am)
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(Mon Jan 7, 2002 - 11:09:47 am)
bela:
Want to hear something crazy? Our band found out this weekend that we are all Acquarians, with Daria and Johnny on the cusps. All five of us. Acquarians.
(Mon Jan 7, 2002 - 11:11:20 am)