Well, I pulled one similar to the scrapbooking gag on MY wife last year. So, with all that pent-up energy, I think I’ll just spend the day with my back to the wall ….
Wait– since when has there been a “Dispatch Bovver Boys” button? This is news to me. That’s just downright discourteous of Oppo to keep such information out of the public domain. Now I have to get my hacker back on the case, and he isn’t exactly cheap- it’s costing me a full dozen eggs for each button he disables.
Back in the day, I used to leave messages on co-workers desks that a debt collector named L. C. Decow called, and leave the phone number for the Borden ice cream plant.
I should leave that message for AOC tomorrow. It’s her day.
I’m going to tell my wife I trashed all of her scrapbooking stuff and then hide anything that could be used for a lethal weapon.
I’m going to switch the President of the US with a box of rocks. See how long it takes the Press to notice the difference.
Pretty sure someone beat you to it a couple of years ago.
It’s a Saturday … my day off.
Well, I pulled one similar to the scrapbooking gag on MY wife last year. So, with all that pent-up energy, I think I’ll just spend the day with my back to the wall ….
I’m going to tell the imps that the interns are waiting for them and ready to party in Room XYZ.
Waiting for them in room XYZ will not be the interns, but a rather ruffled and unruly Emu.
The Emu has reasonable rates. Talk to his agent, Miss Lawless.
I’m going to disconnect the “Send Thugs” button.
And the other “Send Thugs” button.
And all the other “Send Thugs” buttons. Even the back-up to the secondary reserve “Send Thugs” button that isn’t on any of the schematics.
Don’t forget the “Dispatch Bovver Boys” button. But that one is in a secure location so good luck.
Wait– since when has there been a “Dispatch Bovver Boys” button? This is news to me. That’s just downright discourteous of Oppo to keep such information out of the public domain. Now I have to get my hacker back on the case, and he isn’t exactly cheap- it’s costing me a full dozen eggs for each button he disables.
I’ll give you a hint. Find the Yak.
He’s probably already back in his homeland getting ready for the Nepalese New Year in a couple of…
Find the Yak.
Dammit, is that stupid Bovver Boys Button somewhere in the Himalayas? My hacker is probably going to want an extra couple of dozen eggs for this one.
Back in the day, I used to leave messages on co-workers desks that a debt collector named L. C. Decow called, and leave the phone number for the Borden ice cream plant.
I should leave that message for AOC tomorrow. It’s her day.