Ask LOBO
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[LOBO]
People are always asking me ”LOBO, if e2x -5ex +6 = 0, what is the value of X?"
At this point I'll ask for some scratch paper, and reach into my shirt pocket for my pen.
-But the unscrewed pen contains about a gram of painstakingly separated blue granules from a box of Tide Ultra: when they return with the paper, pow, I puff the tiny payload of pure unadulterated Mountain Breeze Freshness™ into the unsuspecting smartypants' eyes.
Once that fat little unibrow starts screaming, I've got a good two or three minutes to find a fire extinguisher -or anything of adequate weight really- to smash through the window so I can escape into the safety of the parking lot. The office VCR is an excellent projectile for this because it contains the much-desired security tape: with that tape in hand, I get to say something clever and cool like "Wow this store really is convenient!"
Time permitting, I like to douse the side of the building with gasoline and torch the place too. But I'm not real "hard and fast" with this policy: it all depends if I'm on my way to an appointment or something. It's not that I'm not thorough ... I'm just one of those busy-type people, you know? And besides being expensive the gas smell seems to linger. You can't, for instance, go to a wedding smelling like gasoline. You have to go change your clothes.
In any case, I'll never shop for wedding presents at a Pic 'N Save ever again.
Those people are jerks.
[LOBO]People are always asking me ”LOBO, if e2x -5ex +6 = 0, what is the value of X?"
At this point I'll ask for some scratch paper, and reach into my shirt pocket for my pen.
-But the unscrewed pen contains about a gram of painstakingly separated blue granules from a box of Tide Ultra: when they return with the paper, pow, I puff the tiny payload of pure unadulterated Mountain Breeze Freshness™ into the unsuspecting smartypants' eyes.
Once that fat little unibrow starts screaming, I've got a good two or three minutes to find a fire extinguisher -or anything of adequate weight really- to smash through the window so I can escape into the safety of the parking lot. The office VCR is an excellent projectile for this because it contains the much-desired security tape: with that tape in hand, I get to say something clever and cool like "Wow this store really is convenient!"
Time permitting, I like to douse the side of the building with gasoline and torch the place too. But I'm not real "hard and fast" with this policy: it all depends if I'm on my way to an appointment or something. It's not that I'm not thorough ... I'm just one of those busy-type people, you know? And besides being expensive the gas smell seems to linger. You can't, for instance, go to a wedding smelling like gasoline. You have to go change your clothes.In any case, I'll never shop for wedding presents at a Pic 'N Save ever again.
Those people are jerks.
Comments
I’m also way behind on comments … sorry. I’ve got the flu and feel like I’ve been kicked in the stomach by a mule. Should be back up and operating at my usual 60% in another day or so.
Unless it's Swine Flu.
(Uh, maybe you better boil your computer in a in a one half bleach, one half Lysol, and one half holy water solution.)
Just sayin'.
But what if the bride is registered there?
Actually the bride worked the register there -I just wanted her to see I wasn't no skinflint when it came to wedding presents.
Ever try and build up a $36 bill at Pic 'n Save? That's a lot of flip flops, man ...
Meghann: Haha ... nothing left but a smiley face seared with little brown triangles ...
OWO: heehee. My fever seems to have broken finally: I was rereading this today and thinking, "Jeez I'm cranky when I'm sick ..."
I think that job interview went really well.
Chris: I found that image accidentally while looking for stuff for "Floor 33."
Indeed it was hard to pass up. But, on multiple sites, it was hard to pinpoint who to give credit: suffice to say (for now) it wasn't me. I would be happy to cite the publisher.
And I never answer your equations because I've always suspected it's part of a large insurance scheme you're trying to harvest.
(The polynomials are a dead giveaway.)