Phone Post

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I almost never got that phone post from a couple hours ago to work. It kept going back to private. Fuck Brad Fitz in the goatass. I'm still cranky about this site's nonfunctional filters, too. *grrrrr*

But anyway. I forgot to mention in that post that while I was being helped by a young lady at the customer-service counter at the grocery, an Uncle Jesse–lookin' motherfucker came up beside me. A guy behind the counter said, "May I help you, sir?" The old codger, without taking his chewed-up cigar out of his mouth, said, "NAW! I'll wait fer the CHICK there." I said, "Jesus!" and started laffing like hell--and everyone there looked at me like I was crazy! People got no class, I swear.

that's a lotta pickles

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OK, so I've been having problems with my home desktop for several months now. I even bought a zippy new bare-bones system cuz I was due for one, and transferred a lot of the old hardware to the new machine. And I STILL was getting crazy crashes and dumb stuff happening. I could NOT figure out what the deal was.

I now have reason to believe it was the fucking MOUSE. I don't know how; I don't know why. But that's how it looks.

Computers are gay.