Salka

No. I can honestly say I have not. But it would be pretty funny...

I like my job. Honestly, I do. Usually, my boss is lovely. I don't understand what all the scrooginess is about. It came out of nowhere. He actually said, and I quote; "I don't want to stop you from seeing your family, but you will be working St Stephens Day." It seems kind of mean to stop a young girl such as I pretend to be, from being with her family over Christmas for the sake of four hours of work. But the good news is, there'll be Mistletoe at the Christmas Party!!

I only just noticed this; Girl: Why don't we play armies? You can lay down and I'll blow the hell out of you.Chris: You'll LIE down, you don't LAY down. Unless you're putting something else down. Girl: Oh, my, GOD!!! ...Let's make out! Chris: Just let me tidy away my Legos. Girl: WTF? Legos? omg, wtf is legos, loser?

They're not my feet. Oh, also, I'm only rostered for 4 hours on Stephens Day. Which means that, for the sake of 4 hours of work, I'm not being allowed see my family over christmas. 4 freakin' hours! Ptcha! Ptcha! Ptcha! I spit on those hours! I spit on them! Like this; Psht! Kwaaark, pthuh!

But he's right; it's just 'Lego'. What the hell is 'Legos'? Who lied to you when you were little and told you about 'legos'? Let's go to Legos Land and play with some Legos! Does that sound right? No, because it's wrong. It's 'lego land' and 'lego'. There's nothing worse than people calling lego 'legos'. Spaff, in the deepest, darkest corner of PC World there layeth The Dig, Full Throttle, Curse of Monkey Island and Escape from Monkey Island, all in jewel packaging, untouched and unopened for years. The Dig sucks, but he might enjoy the other games. I know it sounds like a bizarre suggestion, but I have very fond memories of playing Monkey Island 1 and 2 when I was little. Sometimes, I replay them. Like some kind of comfort food. Maybe he would like them. I don't know.

A guy at work, he doesn't know if he's from America, Belgium or South Africa... he goes around offering to give all of us (the girls) 'babies'. To quote: "I know what you need. You need baby. I give you baby." He's got his Chris Kringle/Secret Santa all planned out...

Get with it, Chris. This thread is so yesterday. Also, didn't you say you were gonna upload something like that, about... a year ago?

Patrick. And what do you want from me?

Eek! I'm a Founding Mother! Eek!!

Let her wipe her own drool up!!! Man, how lazy IS she?! Random Piece of Useless Information: the word 'Brainstorming' is now considered politically incorrect, and has been replaced by the word 'Idea Showering' in all Dixons Stores. Actually not joking. 'Brainstorming' is inconsiderate of those people suffering from Epilepsy, apparently. Every time one of the staff says 'brainstorming', we all laugh and mimick epileptic people and say "Eek! I'm brainstorming! Eek!" and overall act like a bunch of morons.

Seriously, you'd do that? For me?

No no no, I'll be alone AT HOME. Not work. But I don't care about the people at work! Oh, except that one guy. But I've already established that the store closes at 9pm, so what use is Mistletoe then??! Fat lot of good that does me! No no no. I'm not being serious. I mean, I am. That's all true. But I don't actually care as much as I'm making out that I do. It's not like I'm REALLY gonna go break my own legs so I don't have to work on Stephens Day. I mean, I might inadvertantly break my legs. Not that I plan to, but you never know what kind of stuff might happen to you. But I'm not ACTIVELY SEEKING to break my legs, if you catch my drift. I was kind of hoping you'd all laugh at my suffering instead of sympathise, because now I am wallowing in self pity. You guys suck. Thanks a fucking BUNCH.

'Cause he likes the smell of burning matches, just like me. Or because he likes the sound as they fizzle out on the water.

Okay, you're walking through the forest when all of a sudden you come across a two-month-old baby in a basket under some foxgloves. You don't know whether she's been abandoned, but it certainly seems like it. Your friend leans in closer. "My goodness," he exclaims, "look at this note, tucked under her pillow! It's written in some sort of foreign language!" You take the note and see it is written in Gypsy Language. The baby must have been abandoned by gypsies. Who knows why? She looks up at you with blue, trusting eyes and gurgles, outstretching her arms to you. "Wait," your friend says, "It's a gypsy baby. Don't touch it. You can catch diseases off those guys." The two-month-old baby girl looks up at you. Do you overcome your racist fears and pick her up, rescuing her from a death of starvation or perhaps being torn apart by wild foxes? Or what? What do you do with this defenceless baby gypsy girl?

Answer this seriously and honestly. There is no right or wrong answer, just give your best theory. If you know what this is about, don't say. Everybody keep answering and at the end, I'll tell you why I posted this thread. It's not a trick question or a joke. There's nothing else you need to know. They're not related or anything. It's just as you see it. Give it your best shot. Okay. A woman, while at the funeral of her own mother, met a man whom she did not know. She thought this man was amazing, the man of her dreams, so much so that she fell in love with him right there but never asked for his number and could not find him. A few days later, she murders her sister. What is her motivation for doing this?

Hahaha, no, seriously, I'm just messin' with you guys. I actually wanted to show you this: http://www.simulation-argument.com/ Hurray for Conspiracy Theories!!!

You racists!

Man, somebody should ban people from tortured small baby kittens to death with white hot irons in order to grind them to a sweet paste!

You Like Women. YOU GET FUNNY FEELINGS IN YOUR GROIN WHEN YOU SEE THEM NAKED. IN PICTURES.

You spelled 'flu' wrong, you spelled FLU WRONG, NOW I'M GONNA HAVE T'KILL YOU!!! ARHGHHHHH

Man, you always equate me and sex, or talk about sex in my threads, or reply to my posts in a sexual manner. I don't think you're gay at all. And for your information, no, it's not who you think it is. I can't tell if it's a full moon because the sky is clouded over. However, I do hear werewolves, so you may be right. I think it is a full moon. The truth is, we probably wouldn't. I would hate to hurt a goat in order to extract blood from it. However, we probably would talk dirty about insurance plans and selling dodgy Fujitsu-Siemens Package Deals to old ladies, and get off on the suffering of others as they returned their broken PCs. ... CHAPTER 6: TROUBLE IN PC PLANET (PART OF THE DICKSONS STORE GROUP) "Do you know why I employed you?" The Boss asked. "Because I lied about ability to work during the holidays, and greatly exaggerated my skills and computer knowledge in order to get the job?" I suggested. I had folded my hands across my knees and was busy staring at them in order to block out the creepy gaze of my Boss during my monthly employee review. "No. Yes, but that's not what I mean. I employed you, because... you're a nice person, Rusalka." Patrick took a deep breath. "Oh." I said. "You enjoy talking to people and helping them buy the best PC for the best possible price." I became hopeful. Maybe I wasn't being fired after all. "You want to make people happy," Patrick continued. "But, the reason I employed you is because I know that, somewhere inside of you is a callous, cold-hearted, unemotional and cheating scoundrel, just waiting to get out and rip off old ladies with dodgy insurance plans." "Oh." "Now, in order to reach in and get in touch with your real and unlikable self, I've arranged for you to go around with Dave today, and watch how he dupes old ladies." "Oh." All day long, I followed Dave around. At first I felt bad for those poor, unsuspecting PC buyers, but soon I began to understand and enjoy the thrill of the chase and subsequent butchering of checkbooks (chequebooks). I noticed how Dave is kind of good looking. I even noticed the Christmas Tree they put by the front door, and the improved heating system that was installed recently. I had become hyper-alert, like a fox, like a gremlin... LIKE A PSYCHOPATH. Next week: chapter 7: Dead woman found in PC PLANET, foul play suspected.

About five minutes ago, my mother came upstairs howling in such a way that I thought she had been stabbed and was wailing her last, pain filled cries of terror before she was slashed to death by some sort of masked, horror-movie attacker. As it happened, she was actually lamenting over the fact she'd just asked my little brother, and he'd answered the 'wrong' answer without batting an eyelid. Which brings me to this; earlier today I asked this guy at work and he gave the 'wrong' answer as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. I bet my boyfriend would have answered wrong too. Then I realized that, in a lot of movies, I often wish the bad guys would win. Am I attracted to psychopaths? Am I a psychopath? If I dated this guy at work, would we end up killing people and smearing their blood all over ourselves in order to get sexual kicks? Or don't all psychopaths do that? I don't know. I'm not quite up on this whole Psychopath gig. I guess I'll ask him what he does for kicks. My dad is downstairs, moaning about how ill he is and how he's afraid he's going to die. Why are men such babies? Why can't you just get ill like a normal person, take a week off work, and sip hot lemon-and-honey for a while? Why do you have to put on weak, wavering voices to emphasise your little flue? Your weak little voice is making me want to phone up the guy at work and get it on with him RIGHT NOW, smeared in goat blood. Jesus CHRIST. Jesus CHRIST.

Actually, Wales is a prosperous country, with a diverse culture and scenic countryside. Vastly improved infrastructure has led to many foreign national companies setting up there in the past few years, creating low levels of unemployment and relative wealth. It also has a growing Tourist Industry. For more information, contact the Wales Tourist Board. On the other hand, Emma probably lives in a house that could accurately be described as an armpit. You two should meet up sometime and discuss it further.

Oh. Well. I see.

Well, Chris had absolutely no connection with the murderer at all, and gave such a crap suggestion that he probably doesn't even kill flies. Meanwhile, Moos already knew the 'wrong' answer and gave it in order to shock and dismay us, but probably the first time he answered it had something to do with kittens. The other guys, however, really are just plain idiots. All things considered, in this particular instance I would say it is probably worse to be an idiot.