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Mrs Dr GB:
Excellent fringe. Is there Scotch in that cup?
(Mon May 13, 2002 - 9:50:36 am)

Decoy:
But not as cute as:

(Mon May 13, 2002 - 9:50:50 am)

bela:
She did her bangs herself.
(Mon May 13, 2002 - 9:51:29 am)

bela:
Assholes, those two get me mad.
(Mon May 13, 2002 - 9:51:48 am)

Decoy:
Just before the picture?
(Mon May 13, 2002 - 9:51:58 am)

Cushca:
My colleague (the one who releases evil odours and then walks away) has just come back from the gym. And her trainers stink to high fucking heaven. They are in a zipped bag, and still, they are making me want to vomit. How do you say "Excuse me, can I incinerate your shoes because they're making my eyes water" politely?
(Mon May 13, 2002 - 9:52:53 am)

Decoy:
No really, her bangs look fine.
(Mon May 13, 2002 - 9:52:57 am)

Decoy:
Poor Cushca. I think I can smell them from here.
(Mon May 13, 2002 - 9:54:12 am)

Mrs Dr GB:
Ask her if a small animal has died in her bag.
(Mon May 13, 2002 - 9:54:31 am)

Decoy:
Spill something on it, like turpentine.
(Mon May 13, 2002 - 9:55:14 am)

Mrs Dr GB:
Or a simple "Damn, woman! You STINK!" might get the message across.
(Mon May 13, 2002 - 9:55:37 am)

bela:
When the hell are you leaving that place? I hate smelly smells. When my boss wears too much cologne it really pisses me off because perfume with lots of chemicals and alcohol give me a headache and make me nauseous.
(Mon May 13, 2002 - 9:56:03 am)

Mrs Dr GB:
I have 3 weeks left. And counting.
(Mon May 13, 2002 - 9:56:47 am)

Cushca:
I have two weeks and four days left. And counting.
(Mon May 13, 2002 - 9:57:21 am)

Chewing Wax:
I think I e-mailed you bela. Check and see.
(Mon May 13, 2002 - 9:57:32 am)

Cushca:
Oh, and I spat shards of boiled sweet across my screen when I read 'spill something on it, like turpentine.' The Smelly-Footed one looked at me disapprovingly when I did it. Later, I will spit in her tea.
(Mon May 13, 2002 - 9:58:32 am)

Decoy:
I hate bad/too much perfume. It gives me a blinding headache. Its no different that walking around with a ghetto blaster on your shoulder.
(Mon May 13, 2002 - 9:59:14 am)

Decoy:
Oh God. Cushca's off the end.
(Mon May 13, 2002 - 9:59:58 am)

Mrs Dr GB:
The worst perfume in the world must be Poison. It is so appropriately named.
(Mon May 13, 2002 - 10:01:00 am)

Chewing Wax:
Hey bela, don't forget to sign that CD and give it a big lipstick kiss.
(Mon May 13, 2002 - 10:08:51 am)

bela:
Screw that.
(Mon May 13, 2002 - 10:09:19 am)

Decoy:
Send it to me first, I'll do it.
(Mon May 13, 2002 - 10:12:54 am)

Cushca:
Send it to me second, I'll spit on it.
(Mon May 13, 2002 - 10:14:17 am)

bela:
Heh.
(Mon May 13, 2002 - 10:17:07 am)

(Mon May 13, 2002 - 10:21:54 am)

Cushca:
I did not veto those pants.
(Mon May 13, 2002 - 10:26:49 am)

Chewing Wax:
You did or you didn't?
(Mon May 13, 2002 - 10:28:44 am)

Cushca:
I did not.
(Mon May 13, 2002 - 10:29:26 am)

Cushca:
Who is responsible for this outrage?
(Mon May 13, 2002 - 10:29:44 am)

bela:
I wouldn't really call those pants.
(Mon May 13, 2002 - 10:30:08 am)

Cushca:
They're pants in this country.
(Mon May 13, 2002 - 10:37:00 am)

Chewing Wax:
Well, it wasn't me.
(Mon May 13, 2002 - 10:38:05 am)

(Mon May 13, 2002 - 10:39:37 am)