*Deploys anti-coffee fungal rot plague*
Be careful where you spill that, man! Liz is not the only person around here who thrives on coffee!!!!
*Deploys anti-coffee fungal rot plague*
Be careful where you spill that, man! Liz is not the only person around here who thrives on coffee!!!!
No matter where you go, there you are.
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*Plays Louie Louie on the Mighty and Magestic St. Albert Hall Symphony Pipe Organ....to really get things going...dodging Liz's Smiting*
A brave little theory, and actually quite coherent for a system of five or seven dimensions -- if only we lived in one.
Academician Prokhor Zakharov, "Now We Are Alone"
Hmmmm.
New sport - prod the Liz.
It's a bit like throwing stones at a Lion isn't it?
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We have all your working biros and we're not afraid to use them.
Leave a box of used postit notes and a box of paperclips inside the filling cabinet and things won't get nasty.
Yours,
The Office Gremlins
No way. A lion's only got claws, teeth and muscles.Originally posted by JonA
It's a bit like throwing stones at a Lion isn't it?
Liz's got jiggly sit-ups, hyper-powered smites, tantric truck-washing, high-pressure morning sickness, 'the stare', slavish minions, ....
The darkness inside me is a lot scarier than the darkness out there....
Hehehe!Originally posted by Robbert Raets
No way. A lion's only got claws, teeth and muscles.
Liz's got jiggly sit-ups, hyper-powered smites, tantric truck-washing, high-pressure morning sickness, 'the stare', slavish minions, ....
Lights a stick of dynamite and throws it into the room.
Lets play catch!
We have all your working biros and we're not afraid to use them.
Leave a box of used postit notes and a box of paperclips inside the filling cabinet and things won't get nasty.
Yours,
The Office Gremlins
Man, you shouldn't talk about Styro like that...Originally posted by Robbert Raets
...slavish minions, ....![]()
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Davy Jones
"Frightened? My dear, you are looking at a man who has laughed in the face of death, sneered at doom, and chuckled at catastrophe! I was petrified."
-- The Wizard of Oz
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You should know me well enough by now to know that I'm too compulsive to stop...
*places his comic book collection, and other valuables, in an out-of-phase pocket quantum universe*
Poncy little naniteses! Ha!
*Delivers coffee rot antidote to Robbert Raets*
Have fun.
*Floods upstate New York airwaves with 24-hour broadcast of Mariah Carey Screeches of Doom (TM)*
*Inserts minion agents into NY post offices to insure that every piece of mail addressed to Liz is opened, every mention of "Liz" therein altered to read "Beth," resealed, and re-sent.*
"It's hard being an evil genius when everybody else is so stupid" -- Quantum Crook
Thank God he didn't use Celine Dion....Originally posted by First of Two
*Floods upstate New York airwaves with 24-hour broadcast of Mariah Carey Screeches of Doom (TM)*![]()
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Davy Jones
"Frightened? My dear, you are looking at a man who has laughed in the face of death, sneered at doom, and chuckled at catastrophe! I was petrified."
-- The Wizard of Oz
*undaunted, The Band played on....*
A brave little theory, and actually quite coherent for a system of five or seven dimensions -- if only we lived in one.
Academician Prokhor Zakharov, "Now We Are Alone"
OUCH!Originally posted by Liz Not Beth
More like juggling armed nuclear warheads.
With contact detonators.
While standing on a race-car.
Moving at 250mph.
On a bumpy road.
While covered with angry bees.
PUNCH!
Punching - that's plain dirty.
STOMP
Take that will you...
We have all your working biros and we're not afraid to use them.
Leave a box of used postit notes and a box of paperclips inside the filling cabinet and things won't get nasty.
Yours,
The Office Gremlins