I'm Not Happy
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Tittle. The origin is "tittle".
On reflection, that makes sense... thanks for that tittle of information!
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Tittle. The origin is "tittle".
A tittle without a jot is ... well ... naked.
« There is only one difference between a madman and me. The madman thinks he is sane. I know I am mad. » Salvador Dali
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I'm too tall for the role. :sigh:
Well, which one are you? reminds me of an old joke "and that's when the fight started". Dave
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Don't be bashful, tell us what you really think
He seems rather Grumpy today.
New version: WinHeist Version 2.1.0 Beta There's a fine line between crazy and free spirited and it's usually a prescription. I'm currently unsupervised, I know it freaks me out too but the possibilities are endless.
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He seems rather Grumpy today.
New version: WinHeist Version 2.1.0 Beta There's a fine line between crazy and free spirited and it's usually a prescription. I'm currently unsupervised, I know it freaks me out too but the possibilities are endless.
We may have to Doc some rep points for that outburst.
"the debugger doesn't tell me anything because this code compiles just fine" - random QA comment "Facebook is where you tell lies to your friends. Twitter is where you tell the truth to strangers." - chriselst
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I'm too tall for the role. :sigh:
Well, you can't be Grumpy.
I wanna be a eunuchs developer! Pass me a bread knife!
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I'm too tall for the role. :sigh:
Back when I worked in Manhattan I was witness to an accident. A drunk driver rear-ended someone at a stop light. I cringed as I saw the guys head snap back in what would no doubt produce a hideous case of whiplash (which really elephanting hurts by the way.) He shook it off, huffed a bit, then, after struggling with the crimped door, got out. I was surprised to see he was a midget. He stomped, fists balled, to the car behind him where the driver was just sorta blinking, head lolling about trying to place where he was and what had just happened. "I AM NOT HAPPY!" he bellowed. The drunk struggled to focus through an ethanol haze and finally said "Okay, I give up. Then which one are you?" That's when the fight started.
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Back when I worked in Manhattan I was witness to an accident. A drunk driver rear-ended someone at a stop light. I cringed as I saw the guys head snap back in what would no doubt produce a hideous case of whiplash (which really elephanting hurts by the way.) He shook it off, huffed a bit, then, after struggling with the crimped door, got out. I was surprised to see he was a midget. He stomped, fists balled, to the car behind him where the driver was just sorta blinking, head lolling about trying to place where he was and what had just happened. "I AM NOT HAPPY!" he bellowed. The drunk struggled to focus through an ethanol haze and finally said "Okay, I give up. Then which one are you?" That's when the fight started.
You found it! Dave.
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I'm too tall for the role. :sigh:
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You found it! Dave.
Found? o.O
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Found? o.O
Yes, see my post just above. Dave.
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Yes, see my post just above. Dave.
Ooh, found the joke. Right. I just sorta cobbled it together. I'm trying to shaggy-dog that out to about 20 minutes, but as soon as midget/dwarf shows up, most people know what's coming.
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Strange, cos you seem to have Dopey down to a fucking tee (or is it tea or T)?.
Some men are born mediocre, some men achieve mediocrity, and some men have mediocrity thrust upon them.
I'd always though more "Goofy" than "Dopey"?
Life is like a s**t sandwich; the more bread you have, the less s**t you eat.