Wow, then he is mean too!

If it were the summertime, it would attract bugs!

BadComrade wrote:

burun wrote:

BadComrade wrote:Today, I had a guy, clenching a key, ask me if I could make him a copy of his key.

Why did he choose your store to go into?

Do you have a sign that says KEYS WHILE U WAIT?

Or better yet, a t-shirt that says KEYMASTER?

I would totally wear a T-shirt that said KEYMASTER.

My birthday is April 6th.

Your wish is their command!



And it's pretty cool that they get hollowman to model all their shit.

That is one buff invisible man wearing that shirt.

Hullo folks, happy new year etc...did you all have a lovely time? I spent new years in brighton at my friends place the Lewes RoadHouse watching A-Team dvds and drinking white russians before we descended into expressive dancing, couch ruining madness..ANYWAY. Ceelebrity Big Brother just started and who should be one of the inmates but FACE off the A-Team! My friend thinks we should go and rescue him but I'm not so sure after my dream last night. I was in the BB house with some of my other friends and the peopple who are already in there and then me and FACE HAD some sexy shenanigans and then he got voted out and I said, "IN YOUR FACE, FACE"!!!!!! Which i thought was the best thing anyone had ever said.

The other day I won a pub quiz. The prize was £20 worth of food/booze from the pub over the road from the bar I work in. It was nasty. Then I paid £10 to get my phone unlocked. Now I have a semi-decent phone.

THis weekend, I am working at the autosport international show at the NEC! This is exciting for me because I am going to Bonneville to race in september!!!!!!

That's all. I'm exhausted. I hope you are all well.

Today I got suckered into the most hated and smelly of jobs: disassembling the color processor.

Some dink jammed it with a test strip.

There is a sign on the processor, in large, red, angry letters:

SMALLEST PAPER ALLOWED IN THIS MACHINE IS 8 X 10

and in larger, angrier, redder letters:

NO TEST STRIPS

When one person put a print into the processor and it did not come out the other end, instead of coming to the front desk (where I reside) and informing us of a potential blockage, the people printing in the color room KEPT FEEDING PAPER INTO IT.

After about a half hour of this genius activity, someone came to inform me that "nobody's prints are coming out of the color processor!"

I will skip most of the details, but suffice it to say that I do not look attractive in an apron and a pair of baby blue Nitrile gloves.

I will also add that the chemistry in a color processor will not get you high, but rather give you a large headache that doesn't go away with painkillers. As well as burn your throat and eyes.

Someone suggested, jokingly, that I need a riding crop to keep the students in line. I am beginning to think he was right.

I began to come to grips with being dismissed by my band.

Someone sent me, as a joke, these:

http://sleepinpink.com/

Earplugs...for women! What makes them for women?

THEY ARE FUCKING PINK.

decibel reduction good enough for a man......but made for a woman.

The gentleman pictured (avatar) began his day by walking into a doorframe, flailing backwards balancing on one leg and crashing to the floor. At which point he looked up at me, saw me laughing, and joined in.

burun wrote:Today I got suckered into the most hated and smelly of jobs: disassembling the color processor.

Some dink jammed it with a test strip.

There is a sign on the processor, in large, red, angry letters:

SMALLEST PAPER ALLOWED IN THIS MACHINE IS 8 X 10

and in larger, angrier, redder letters:

NO TEST STRIPS

When one person put a print into the processor and it did not come out the other end, instead of coming to the front desk (where I reside) and informing us of a potential blockage, the people printing in the color room KEPT FEEDING PAPER INTO IT.

After about a half hour of this genius activity, someone came to inform me that "nobody's prints are coming out of the color processor!"

I will skip most of the details, but suffice it to say that I do not look attractive in an apron and a pair of baby blue Nitrile gloves.

I will also add that the chemistry in a color processor will not get you high, but rather give you a large headache that doesn't go away with painkillers. As well as burn your throat and eyes.

Someone suggested, jokingly, that I need a riding crop to keep the students in line. I am beginning to think he was right.

Don't they make you develop and print your own photographs at art school anymore?