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i just saw AFI (band's name) video on tv. it was shockingly bad. together with simmo's story it draws me to a conclusion that humanity is in a very bad shape.

Back in the office, the fire alarm has now stopped, and I am only slightly disappointed that my desk has not been incinerated.

Last night, I got sentimental about an old school friend whom I haven't seen for the best part of a decade, so I forwarded to him an obscene joke about child abuse that my brother had sent to me the night before, adding a "hello, how you doing, sorry we keep missing each other" type message. The joke was in two parts. After I had sent the second part, I received a reply from my friend's number to the horrible first part.

"I do not recognise your name or number. Please do not text me again."

My friend had evidently changed his number. I probably went white at this point before sending an apology. It really was a bad joke to send to a stranger. Haunted by visions of the recipient being the eight year old child of a policeman, and of my being sued for emotional damage and being put on some kind of register, I told this story by text to a writer friend who has warned me for a number of years that my sick humour would harm me one day.

My writer friend meanwhile read it to his companions, who I don't know, and who found this hilarious. He has a gift for hyperbole. He later called me and told me how he had been drinking with some socialist asian activist friends in a pub on Oxford Rd in Manchester.

Across from the pub was the Palace Hotel, which was surrounded by police. Curious, they come outside and out comes Tony Blair, complete with bodyguards.

My friend and his companions start screaming at him: "Warmonger! Get out of Manchester! Get out of Manchester!"
Then the people at the bus stop start joining in. My friend (with his gift of hyperbole) told me that the bodyguards looked genuinely scared.

"How did Blair look?"
"Just old, man."

The police come over to them and are surprising friendly and nice, but they ask them to go back into the pub. Yes, they acknowledge their right to free speech, but please go back into the pub.

Back in the pub, a bunch of white guys start verbally attacking them for this. My friend calms them down. The leader even starts getting friendly. But then Vikesh, who is a very tall and broad shouldered Sikh, comes back from the loo. Vikesh is the sweetest, funniest guy, but there is something about his size, manner and turban that winds up (evidently racist) people. The biggest white guy starts shouting "Fucking Pakis!", the barman loses his temper and throws them out, and it all fizzles to nil.

My friend was very happy and excited last night about taking the opportunity to shout at Blair after the latter's big farewell speech yesterday, and I was happy for him too.

Please go soon, Mr Blair.

i left my fucking lunch at home (20 miles from work)... and im broke. fuck it.

I just coughed so hard I puked on my lap.

In a few minutes, I'll attend this meeting:

You are invited to attend a meeting to re-review the Separation Benefits Package you received in March of 2005. Also, a representative from Right Management will be present to review your Outplacement Services. This meeting is specific to your separation pay and benefits. Your meeting time is scheduled for:

Date: Wednesday, September 27, 2006
Time: 10:30 AM
Location: Meeting Room 2127

(yes, the reminder e-mail was in red text, to make extra-certain that I attend?)

Today, I started my day by boarding a train ride shich proceeded to crawl slowly through my town due to what was obviously a gruesome dismemberment by train. I saw several sheets with lumps beneath, stray money, a credit card, etc...I am still sad.

Everyone: You are on the other side of tracks. You WILL miss that train there in the station. Take the next one. You can't yet see around the train that just past. That train there is coming way faster than you think you can run. I know that other chump is making a run for it. TAKE THE NEXT TRAIN. BE LATE.

One of my best friends had some nasty tumor growth and required a complete thryoidectomy last week. Anyhow, today is a good day:

1) The biopsies came back and all tumoriffic crap was contained and she is now cancer-free. Fuck yeah!

2) She now has a bad ass scar across her throat which we're going to ruthlessly employ for talking trash in bars ("My girl don't play. Check it out, sucka!").

I finally cried, but I'm glad it was from relief. Christ. I'm going for a walk.

Said in a seminar today:

"Kant would be a bigger fan of 'I Love Lucy' than would Socrates."

Rotten Tanx wrote:
Actually it was exactly £111.11

Today I went to buy more things and this time it cost £11.

bumble wrote:One of my best friends had some nasty tumor growth and required a complete thryoidectomy last week. Anyhow, today is a good day:

1) The biopsies came back and all tumoriffic crap was contained and she is now cancer-free. Fuck yeah!

2) She now has a bad ass scar across her throat which we're going to ruthlessly employ for talking trash in bars ("My girl don't play. Check it out, sucka!").

I finally cried, but I'm glad it was from relief. Christ. I'm going for a walk.

Oh wow - this is somewhat eerie to me, as my girlfriend has just found out that she has a "complex cyst" on her thyroid. She doesn't know anything beyond that yet, though (we'll know more after some more doctor visits, and perhaps a fine needle biopsy?) I may end up PM-ing you with future questions as this plays out. Thanks for sharing that, seriously.