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  1. #28226
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    I mean, it annoys me when anyone has that much stench. But it's worse when it's a dude, at least I understand that societal pressure makes women do that shit. Dude has no such excuse.

    Do the friends of these people just not say a word? Is it like when you have something stuck in your teeth, or a visible booger, and nobody tells you? Please, folks, tell your friends and loved ones when these things are going on.
    "fuck off you asshat gaper shit for brains fucktard wanker." - Jesus Christ
    "She was tossing her bean salad with the vigor of a Drunken Pop princess so I walked out of the corner and said.... "need a hand?"" - Odin
    "everybody's got their hooks into you, fuck em....forge on motherfuckers, drag all those bitches across the goal line with you." - (not so) ill-advised strategy

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    Ah, our credit manager wears so much perfume and her office is next to mine. I have a fan blowing straight out the door to keep her stench at bay.

    I want to make the office fragrance free. That is definitely becoming a popular and acceptable thing to do.

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    Honestly there's no excuse for wearing cologne.

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    Ya use one stench to cover up another....

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    Quote Originally Posted by The AD View Post
    Honestly there's no excuse for wearing cologne.
    Agree. One guy at the office wears it, and I just don't understand why. But at least I only smell him when I pass him in the hall or walk right by his office door. He doesn't leave a stench in his wake.
    "fuck off you asshat gaper shit for brains fucktard wanker." - Jesus Christ
    "She was tossing her bean salad with the vigor of a Drunken Pop princess so I walked out of the corner and said.... "need a hand?"" - Odin
    "everybody's got their hooks into you, fuck em....forge on motherfuckers, drag all those bitches across the goal line with you." - (not so) ill-advised strategy

  6. #28231
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    Certainly first world problem status:

    Opening a pack of the good bacon, and finding out you got a bum cut.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Rideski View Post
    Certainly first world problem status:

    Opening a pack of the good bacon, and finding out you got a bum cut.
    What constitutes a bum cut of bacon? In my mind that doesn’t exist. Splain.

  8. #28233
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    Always look through for the best representative slice.

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    Quote Originally Posted by beece View Post
    What constitutes a bum cut of bacon? In my mind that doesn’t exist. Splain.
    fat:meat ratio too high.

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    We all have the assholes who slow down to 5 mph or start their turn before signaling. Today I had a guy come to a stop before extending his arm to signal a left turn. Old Cherokee.

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    Shit that annoys you

    My wife has book club this weekend, and as usual, she didn’t read the book. Instead, she got it on her phone, and is listening to it in the kitchen while she pits plums. Those shitty little iPhone speakers are so shrill that no matter the volume, it can be heard all over our house. I have no escape.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Flyoverland Captive View Post
    My wife has book club this weekend, and as usual, she didn’t read the book. Instead, she got it on her phone, and is listening to it in the kitchen while she pits plums. Those shitty little iPhone speakers are so shrill that no matter the volume, it can be heard all over our house. I have no escape.
    Bluetooth.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Danno View Post
    Agree. One guy at the office wears it, and I just don't understand why. But at least I only smell him when I pass him in the hall or walk right by his office door. He doesn't leave a stench in his wake.
    Well, there's the other end of the personal odor spectrum to be considered.

    Back in the day, at a growing p.c. operating systems company which was full of dweebs and induhviduals with less than optimal personal hygiene habits, there was one person who truly stood out. This was before success, stock options and money had really brought in the snazzy people.

    I think his name was Ben. He was in User Ed and supposedly wrote documentation on a variety of digital widgets and their fallout. He could be observed from a distance as being disheveled, schlumfpy, scuffing around the halls like Charlie Browns Pig Pen, shirt tail partly exposed, rumpled collar and a greasy sheen or veneer of lipidinous polypeptides that suggested an all too rare attention to washing behind the ears.

    But o lordy, what a stench, a withering, eye watering evulsion of olfactory assault would precede his presence. On being observed in the hallways, people would literally dive into any neighboring office and shut the door to avoid the stanknado of fomenting, fermenting bodily unguents.

    His presence was gag worthy at a level I have never experienced, even in the most gr00vy drum circles of Rainbow Leaches high in the Cascades or during weeks of sweat and rain soaked drudgery planting trees.

    And oblivious to the reaction, usually fiddling with some gadget or reading as he walked, he never really seemed to get how incredibly offensive his exudence of prototoxic discharge was.
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    Quote Originally Posted by Danno View Post
    Junior Brown, who plays an instrument that he designed/built and is entirely unique, had his guit-steel stolen. Stupid assholes are annoying.

    Might be tough to sell. Definitely tough to play.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Danno View Post
    Junior Brown, who plays an instrument that he designed/built and is entirely unique, had his guit-steel stolen
    The Raven
    BY EDGAR ALLAN POE
    Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
    Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—
    While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
    As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
    “’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—
    Only this and nothing more.”

    Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;
    And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
    Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow
    From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore—
    For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore—
    Nameless here for evermore.

    And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
    Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
    So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
    “’Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door—
    Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;—
    This it is and nothing more.”

    Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
    “Sir,” said I, “or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
    But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
    And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
    That I scarce was sure I heard you”—here I opened wide the door;—
    Darkness there and nothing more.

    Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
    Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
    But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
    And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, “Lenore?”
    This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, “Lenore!”—
    Merely this and nothing more.

    Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
    Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
    “Surely,” said I, “surely that is something at my window lattice;
    Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore—
    Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;—
    ’Tis the wind and nothing more!”

    Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
    In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore;
    Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
    But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door—
    Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door—
    Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

    Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
    By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
    “Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,” I said, “art sure no craven,
    Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore—
    Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!”
    Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

    Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
    Though its answer little meaning—little relevancy bore;
    For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
    Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door—
    Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
    With such name as “Nevermore.”

    But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
    That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
    Nothing farther then he uttered—not a feather then he fluttered—
    Till I scarcely more than muttered “Other friends have flown before—
    On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before.”
    Then the bird said “Nevermore.”

    Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
    “Doubtless,” said I, “what it utters is its only stock and store
    Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
    Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore—
    Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
    Of ‘Never—nevermore’.”

    But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
    Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
    Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
    Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore—
    What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
    Meant in croaking “Nevermore.”

    This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
    To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom’s core;
    This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
    On the cushion’s velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o’er,
    But whose velvet-violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o’er,
    She shall press, ah, nevermore!

    Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
    Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
    “Wretch,” I cried, “thy God hath lent thee—by these angels he hath sent thee
    Respite—respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore;
    Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!”
    Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

    “Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!—
    Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
    Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted—
    On this home by Horror haunted—tell me truly, I implore—
    Is there—is there balm in Gilead?—tell me—tell me, I implore!”
    Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

    “Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!
    By that Heaven that bends above us—by that God we both adore—
    Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
    It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore—
    Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.”
    Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

    “Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!” I shrieked, upstarting—
    “Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore!
    Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
    Leave my loneliness unbroken!—quit the bust above my door!
    Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!”
    Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

    And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
    On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
    And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming,
    And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
    And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
    Shall be lifted—nevermore!

  16. #28241
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    Not having enough damn time in a full day to get to what my brain and body want's to do. Falling asleep exhausted always seems like a personal failure.

  17. #28242
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    Quote Originally Posted by Dantheman View Post
    fat:meat ratio too high.
    Impossibru!

    That is like saying "this alcoholic beverage tastes too good".

    The floggings will continue until morale improves.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Meathelmet View Post
    Impossibru!

    That is like saying "this alcoholic beverage tastes too good".
    Mmmm... lardo...


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    As far as annoying shit - this forum software. Good God is it terrible.

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    Quote Originally Posted by skaredshtles View Post
    As far as annoying shit - this forum software. Good God is it terrible.
    If they don’t fix it I’ll cancel my subscription. See what they do without my money.
    focus.

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    Working from home today because I have to "volunteer" to set up for a sample sale. Volunteer is in quotes because this is for the kiddo's ski racing, and they make you pay an extra $300 if you don't get 3 volunteer credits.

    AND... They just called and cancelled my volunteer shift (due to start in 2 hours) because of weather. And I expect them to say "sorry, no volunteer credit for you", even though I blocked out this time to volunteer. Very annoying.
    "fuck off you asshat gaper shit for brains fucktard wanker." - Jesus Christ
    "She was tossing her bean salad with the vigor of a Drunken Pop princess so I walked out of the corner and said.... "need a hand?"" - Odin
    "everybody's got their hooks into you, fuck em....forge on motherfuckers, drag all those bitches across the goal line with you." - (not so) ill-advised strategy

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    Quote Originally Posted by Mustonen View Post
    If they don’t fix it I’ll cancel my subscription. See what they do without my money.
    Hey, man... it's annoying, but I'm not gonna leave because of it.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Danno View Post
    Working from home today because I have to "volunteer" to set up for a sample sale. Volunteer is in quotes because this is for the kiddo's ski racing, and they make you pay an extra $300 if you don't get 3 volunteer credits.

    AND... They just called and cancelled my volunteer shift (due to start in 2 hours) because of weather. And I expect them to say "sorry, no volunteer credit for you", even though I blocked out this time to volunteer. Very annoying.
    Garnish their wages.
    I still call it The Jake.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Danno View Post
    Working from home today because I have to "volunteer" to set up for a sample sale. Volunteer is in quotes because this is for the kiddo's ski racing, and they make you pay an extra $300 if you don't get 3 volunteer credits.

    AND... They just called and cancelled my volunteer shift (due to start in 2 hours) because of weather. And I expect them to say "sorry, no volunteer credit for you", even though I blocked out this time to volunteer. Very annoying.
    Can you just call in sick instead?
    Quote Originally Posted by Downbound Train View Post
    And there will come a day when our ancestors look back...........

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    Quote Originally Posted by Danno View Post
    Working from home today because I have to "volunteer" to set up for a sample sale. Volunteer is in quotes because this is for the kiddo's ski racing, and they make you pay an extra $300 if you don't get 3 volunteer credits.

    AND... They just called and cancelled my volunteer shift (due to start in 2 hours) because of weather. And I expect them to say "sorry, no volunteer credit for you", even though I blocked out this time to volunteer. Very annoying.
    As far as I’m concerned you fulfilled your volunteer hours.




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