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Post by Joe Snack Road on Feb 4, 2007 15:19:10 GMT -5
(I now need a PASPORT to travel to the US... You only need a pasport when... here comes the kicker... YOU FLY! If you're DRIVING to the states you don't need one. If you're chartering a silver speed bullet in the sky then you best be ready to WHIP IT OUT! Yeah I know.. nothing seems gayer then that. ::) Actually, the McGirly had her skittles taken when she left Canada once. WHY THE FUCK MUST YOU HORDE ALL THE SKITTLES, YOU CANADIAN DICKS?!
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Post by motosada on Feb 4, 2007 18:22:04 GMT -5
Dods / Mr. & Mrs. Snack Road / Dan & His Woman / Paul-Mart & Mrs. Fusion Dojo - HONEYMOON ON A POLE MATCH!!! Losers have to go to Minnesota. I'd pay to see that.
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Post by motosada on Feb 4, 2007 21:04:34 GMT -5
Okay. I was just watching TV and a commercial for Lunesta came on. If you don't know, it's a sleeping aid. One of the listed side-effects was drowsiness.
I'll let that sink in.
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Post by Smacked Ass on Feb 4, 2007 21:12:56 GMT -5
Actually, the McGirly had her skittles taken when she left Canada once. WHY THE FUCK MUST YOU HORDE ALL THE SKITTLES, YOU CANADIAN DICKS?! You keep our terrorists out, we keep your Skittles in. MUUUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
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Post by orochigeese on Feb 4, 2007 23:00:29 GMT -5
Have you guys seen those skittles commercials!? Like the one with the singing bunny?
Skittles are like weapons of mass weirdness or something, that's why Canadian officials kept them! They did it to MAKE AMERICA SAFE FOR DEMOCRACY! (and rival fruit candies)
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Post by Joe Snack Road on Feb 5, 2007 11:08:04 GMT -5
Qualifies as stupid shit, a series of Wally World stories that might only make sense to Wal-Mart Associates.
- It takes a lot to intimidate me. Usually really really fat people. I have this absurd fear of them cannibalizing me - Dan can confirm this has been a long time fear of mine.
At our WM, the guy who works overnights in hardware is named Senko. Senko is a Croatian, ex-military, uber-bad ass of doom. One day as I was walking past hardware to Automotive, I happened upon Senko lean down, sling a blue pallet up onto one shoulder, calmly walk over to a stack of eight pallets, and set it down gently.
He looked at me in confusion as my jaw literally hit the floor.
Hence: Senko Cro Cop.
- The McGirly asked me what we talk about at lunch in the Wal-Mart break room.
So, I took a deep moment of careful introspection, because really, this is the person I want to spend the rest of my life with. I can't just dodge this question with a carefully constructed lie; I am compelled to tell her the truth.
"Mostly," I say, "Video games and sticking it up each other's pooper."
Perhaps I could've phrased that better.
- Our electronics department is SHAT. I mean, we're seriously missing so much merchandise - expensive, big merchandise we shouldn't be losing - that we've had to start doing a "inventory check" every night.
Which works okay. Slow, but okay. We can keep an eye on what we get, and the department manager can rip the throat out of whatever dumb ass didn't send us our $800 (US) 52" Plasma HDTV from the distribution center in Hermiston, Oregon.
Tonight, it didn't work so okay. Two trucks of freight, two sets of listings. The first trucks freight checks out okay - break pack stuff not accounted for, but mostly because the break packs weren't done. The second, not so much. Turns out the assistant manager printed out the listing for a truck three days ago - worse, the accurate truck listing as TWICE the size fo the wrong one.
Moral: I can not work imaginary freight.
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Post by motosada on Feb 5, 2007 11:22:07 GMT -5
Yay for fucked-up shipments.
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Post by CyberTranz on Feb 5, 2007 16:25:23 GMT -5
Tonight, it didn't work so okay. Two trucks of freight, two sets of listings. The first trucks freight checks out okay - break pack stuff not accounted for, but mostly because the break packs weren't done. The second, not so much. Turns out the assistant manager printed out the listing for a truck three days ago - worse, the accurate truck listing as TWICE the size fo the wrong one. Moral: I can not work imaginary freight. haha.. I fucking hate break packs.
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Post by Joe Snack Road on Feb 6, 2007 10:36:09 GMT -5
Tonight, it didn't work so okay. Two trucks of freight, two sets of listings. The first trucks freight checks out okay - break pack stuff not accounted for, but mostly because the break packs weren't done. The second, not so much. Turns out the assistant manager printed out the listing for a truck three days ago - worse, the accurate truck listing as TWICE the size fo the wrong one. Moral: I can not work imaginary freight. haha.. I fucking hate break packs. Paul, you have no idea how glad I am that someone besides me understands the hatred for those damn boxes.
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Post by ~danthrax on Feb 6, 2007 16:31:23 GMT -5
Oh man, Joe and his fat phobia. I'm suprised he was able to stand being at the community center with some of these people - LET ALONE inviting them over to his place.... At least his family is nice (speaking of which, Joe's mom is wicked hot, but I'm not going to torment him about that.. :P) You remember the Ellsworth BX version of baglady? She had that strangely hot daughter, but everything about her was an oozing pile of nasty.. She always wanted a double whopper with cheese - with extra pickles... **shudder** Paul, you have no idea how glad I am that someone besides me understands the hatred for those damn boxes. Hello? EX WM employee here. I did it all.... cart pushing, sales associate, stocking associate, cashier, lower level managing.... God damn break packs suck. I couldn't leave until they were done, and the illegitimate children of Dan Quayle's retarded cousin that were helping me moved so slowly that i didn't get out of there till 1 am. And dammit, at that time I worked the swing shift for ONE reason, and one reason only.... SO I COULD GO TO PINE ST. (warrensburg, mo) AND GET WASTED NIGHTLY. And when I got out of work with only a half hour left until last call, I was irate. ...especially since I didn't have class until 11 the next day... :-[ Now, stocking on graveyard shift is an adventure that's not soon to be forgotten... enjoy it while it lasts, because when you start absorbing sunlight again, you'll realize how horrible your life was and will NEVER want to work graves again - you'll look back on that time in your life and hate every second of it.... but it's not so bad while you're doing it. Quite the opposite of every other moment in life. And the people. OH my GAWD - the people you meet at 3 am in the soup aisle.... This is when you tell yourself "There's several floating turds in the gene pool...."
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Post by Joe Snack Road on Feb 23, 2007 12:05:07 GMT -5
Stupid video game stories.
Played the SHIT out of Metal Gear Solid 3; and realized that when I start talking to myself, I respond to myself in Snake's voice. (Yeah, yeah, I'm admitting to being insane, whatever.)
This makes for unique situations when I'm at work, life, or just fucking around on a day to day basis.
Add in that I'm playing Phoenix Wright.
"Boy, I should press this here-" I think to myself.
"DON'T YOU GET IT, I DON'T LIKE DRACULA," Snake says.
"..."
"Uh, I mean, yeah. Press that fucking clown."
I lose life. FUCK.
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I try to stay pretty level headed in real life - because, while the intrawebnet is SERIOUS BUSINESS, real life is bullshit.
Hey, it's pretty easy to do most of the time.
But somehow, someway, the one support manager I work with most of the week just KNOWS how to hit that button to piss me off. Its like seeing porn where the chick's obviously never done it before - he's hitting all the right spots, and she's left twitching wondering what the fuck is happening.
"Oh, you just don't like to work hard," he says to me today.
AKJFOEUIRLDJFEJ IOFJIOE J.
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Nobody seems to understand why I want to get off of working overnights. Yet, they're all surprised when I blow away the assistant manager in a discussion (point by point) detailing Wal-Mart's strategic plan for 2007.
I read that shit, man.
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I like to pretend Wal-Mart is a Bond-villian style Evil Corporation. Somehow, the thought makes me smile and continue my job just a little more cheerfully.
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Post by Smacked Ass on Feb 23, 2007 13:03:58 GMT -5
I think you should start calling work S-Mart, and try going to work in a cardboard box one day.
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Post by orochigeese on Feb 23, 2007 21:29:41 GMT -5
I don't recommend this in every situation, but it works in some. First some background: See, in Rurouni Kenshin, there's this boy named Seta Soujirou. He's a child prodigy in swordplay and speed. Next to Hiko (who is basically the deity of the series), Soujirou is the fastest in the series, even faster then Kenshin for all but one move. But that's just some background on his fighting ability. Without spoiling his story too much...he had a tough life growing up. And no, i'm not talking about being forced to play Madden on PSX instead of SF2 on SNES, i'm talking like his family was killed and he was put in a foster home where he was treated like a slave and BEATEN regularly. So he basically killed his emotions. (ala Shadow from FFVI!). But im not really recommending you do THAT either...as the McGirly will be less then pleased at that arrangement But the key with Soujirou was his reaction to people after a while. He no longer cried from his beatings or complained at his chores...he just started calmly SMILING at everyone. In EVERY situation. They couldn't understand why...but they lost any emotional upper hand they had over him. They were no longer able to push his buttons...now HE was able to push theirs in response. He took away their joy in seeing him suffer, basically. He gave a totally genuine looking but emotionless FAT ANIMU FACE in reaction to everything. I've found, in certain situation with the right annoying people...the "Soujirou smile" works WONDERS. As opposed to his Shun Ten Satsu....which will make shorter work of enemies...but will land you in jail (if you can be caught, that is!). So give that annoying manager a nice smile....aka NO-SELL that mofo's attempted mental offense! Counter it with a debilitating and confusing ^_______^
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Post by commanderduff on Feb 23, 2007 22:04:17 GMT -5
Here's a hint for all of you drivers out there. If you are thinking about turning the wrong way down a one-way street: don't. Especially not when you would be turning into my lane. That's just stupid right there. It's an even stupider idea when it is snowing outside to the point of affecting the visibility and makes the roads slick so stopping in time becomes even more difficult. Just yeah, don't do that shit.
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Post by Joe Snack Road on Feb 27, 2007 12:03:34 GMT -5
HUZZAH!
Merry Tax-Mas!
For those of us in the United States, payday goes something like this.
But, it is a happy day. Because Uncle Sam decided not to spend that nice chunk he took from me to finance wars with countries in the Middle East; but instead return them to their rightful owner.
Me.
Which I then leads to conversations like this:
ANYWAYS.
I bought stuff:
-Wrestlemania Boxed Set (1-21, iirc) ($120 from Suncoast, marked down from $300) - Ar Tonelico (PS2)
The rest goes to SAVINGS... looking to move soon and begin my varied investments that will eventually lead to my "Passion Project": owning and operating an entertainment facility. YESSSS.
Business is like a the trading game to get the Biggoron's Sword from "Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time" - you have to really work at it to make it happen before you should technically be able to.
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