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You could totally ask me stuff here.
~ Wednesday, February 1 ~
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angryoldcoot:

Sometimes, I do requests.

I did this a while back. I think I’ve reblogged it before. I don’t care.

angryoldcoot:

Sometimes, I do requests.

I did this a while back. I think I’ve reblogged it before. I don’t care.

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~ Friday, January 27 ~
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Seven is playing detective

The cat is one of her helpers.

She named it “Conundrum.”

*DYING*


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UGH THE SINK WON’T DRAIN I DON’T GET IT

UGH THE SINK WON’T DRAIN I DON’T GET IT


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~ Thursday, January 26 ~
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Ov•er•syl•lab•i•ti•za•tion

That’s word I just made up.

It’s meant to describe when someone inserts unnecessary syllables into a word.

It has eight syllables.

I am The World’s Greatest Monster Genius.


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~ Friday, January 20 ~
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It’s not every day I look around my office and notice accidental displays of figurine bestiality. 

Just today. 

Apparently.

It’s not every day I look around my office and notice accidental displays of figurine bestiality.

Just today.

Apparently.


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~ Wednesday, January 18 ~
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My 18 year old brain took over this morning

Every morning I drop Kris off by her office, then drive back up to my office and park. This ends up yielding about 10 minutes of me being by myself in the car, which in turn yields roughly the same quantity of talking to myself, singing, and robust farting (okay, mostly farting). Today, after a couple of minutes, the worst possible scenario occurred.

I began spontaneously singing “Music Of The Night” from Andrew Lloyd Webber’s, Phantom Of The Opera.

But it wasn’t just me singing the song.

It was me, singing “Music Of The Night” in the style of Michael Crawford (he played the Phantom in the Original Cast).

For those of you unfamiliar with the voice of Michael Crawford, do the following:

1) Get a bee.

2) Put that bee in a piece of 1” diameter PVC pipe.

3) Get the bee to start buzzing, and record the noise.

4) Run the recording through an Alvin And The Chipmunks filter.

5) Play the filtered recording with orchestral accompaniment.

6) Hit yourself repeatedly on the head with a ball peen hammer.

7) Voila! Michael Crawford.

Actually, no. That’s not fair to bees.

So, he’s awful, and I was mimicking his singing style. On purpose. And brilliantly

And now, if you know the song, you have it in your head, too.

You’re welcome.

Tags: Close your eeeeeeeeyes and surrrrender to your daaaarkest dreams
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~ Saturday, January 14 ~
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Or, alternately, you could not stand on my dick.
— Conversations With My Cat

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~ Thursday, January 12 ~
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donthenerd replied to your post: I just got an email from the Emergency Closing Center automatic notification service telling me of a status change at my office

I wrote that software. I also programmed your ATM. I also invented video rental late fees.

Ladies and Gentlemen: History’s. Greatest. Monster.

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itsmagi replied to your post: I just got an email from the Emergency Closing Center automatic notification service telling me of a status change at my office

Good thing! Now put all that stuff back before somebody notices.

Really? Because I was just thinking I should put some pants on…

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