I'm sitting in my office, writing my exam that I'm giving tomorrow at noon, when I realize I haven't eaten lunch. It's shitty outside, so there's no way I'm walking to my car, and driving home or whatever, so that leaves me with the options at the Union. I run over, grab a Chick-fil-A sandwich, a tasty cold beverage, and head up to the cashier to pay.
Beatrice looks at me and asks, "Meal or Flex-dollars?"
"Uh, bank card?"
She narrows her eyes, "just a second." She looks around for a minute until she spies an exceptionally large man hovering near the drink station. "Hey, Mister 29 meals! Come here." She then pats my hand, "You can go on, I've got this."
(Meal points and flex dollars don't carry over from semester to semester, and tomorrow's the last day to use them, so, by virtue of trying to pay using real money shortly after an exceptionally large man complained to Beatrice that he had a bunch of meals that were going to expire, I got a free lunch.)
I'm sitting in my office, writing my exam that I'm giving tomorrow at noon, when I realize I haven't eaten lunch. It's shitty outside, so there's no way I'm walking to my car, and driving home or whatever, so that leaves me with the options at the Union. I run over, grab a Chick-fil-A sandwich, a tasty cold beverage, and head up to the cashier to pay.
Beatrice looks at me and asks, "Meal or Flex-dollars?"
"Uh, bank card?"
She narrows her eyes, "just a second." She looks around for a minute until she spies an exceptionally large man hovering near the drink station. "Hey, Mister 29 meals! Come here." She then pats my hand, "You can go on, I've got this."
(Meal points and flex dollars don't carry over from semester to semester, and tomorrow's the last day to use them, so, by virtue of trying to pay using real money shortly after an exceptionally large man complained to Beatrice that he had a bunch of meals that were going to expire, I got a free lunch.)
I'm sitting in my office, writing my exam that I'm giving tomorrow at noon, when I realize I haven't eaten lunch. It's shitty outside, so there's no way I'm walking to my car, and driving home or whatever, so that leaves me with the options at the Union. I run over, grab a Chick-fil-A sandwich, a tasty cold beverage, and head up to the cashier to pay.
Beatrice looks at me and asks, "Meal or Flex-dollars?"
"Uh, bank card?"
She narrows her eyes, "just a second." She looks around for a minute until she spies an exceptionally large man hovering near the drink station. "Hey, Mister 29 meals! Come here." She then pats my hand, "You can go on, I've got this."
(Meal points and flex dollars don't carry over from semester to semester, and tomorrow's the last day to use them, so, by virtue of trying to pay using real money shortly after an exceptionally large man complained to Beatrice that he had a bunch of meals that were going to expire, I got a free lunch.)
The Union? Do you go to UND?
Considering he was writing an exam, not taking one, I'd say he probably teaches there.
I'm sitting in my office, writing my exam that I'm giving tomorrow at noon, when I realize I haven't eaten lunch. It's shitty outside, so there's no way I'm walking to my car, and driving home or whatever, so that leaves me with the options at the Union. I run over, grab a Chick-fil-A sandwich, a tasty cold beverage, and head up to the cashier to pay.
Beatrice looks at me and asks, "Meal or Flex-dollars?"
"Uh, bank card?"
She narrows her eyes, "just a second." She looks around for a minute until she spies an exceptionally large man hovering near the drink station. "Hey, Mister 29 meals! Come here." She then pats my hand, "You can go on, I've got this."
(Meal points and flex dollars don't carry over from semester to semester, and tomorrow's the last day to use them, so, by virtue of trying to pay using real money shortly after an exceptionally large man complained to Beatrice that he had a bunch of meals that were going to expire, I got a free lunch.)
The Union? Do you go to UND?
Considering he was writing an exam, not taking one, I'd say he probably teaches there.
I'm sitting in my office, writing my exam that I'm giving tomorrow at noon, when I realize I haven't eaten lunch. It's shitty outside, so there's no way I'm walking to my car, and driving home or whatever, so that leaves me with the options at the Union. I run over, grab a Chick-fil-A sandwich, a tasty cold beverage, and head up to the cashier to pay.
Beatrice looks at me and asks, "Meal or Flex-dollars?"
"Uh, bank card?"
She narrows her eyes, "just a second." She looks around for a minute until she spies an exceptionally large man hovering near the drink station. "Hey, Mister 29 meals! Come here." She then pats my hand, "You can go on, I've got this."
(Meal points and flex dollars don't carry over from semester to semester, and tomorrow's the last day to use them, so, by virtue of trying to pay using real money shortly after an exceptionally large man complained to Beatrice that he had a bunch of meals that were going to expire, I got a free lunch.)
The Union? Do you go to UND?
Considering he was writing an exam, not taking one, I'd say he probably teaches there.
Achewood, i want to like you so much...
so much...
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THINGS I LEARNED TODAY ABOUT POLITICS:
*Introducing yourself as 'Gosling from Watertown' to a politician's office will get you a stump speech about whatever subject you're asking about.
*Introducing yourself as 'Gosling with the Sierra Club' to the same office will get you the honest inside-baseball stuff you actually wanted.
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I have a new soccer blog The Minnow Tank. Reading it psychically kicks Sepp Blatter in the bean bag.
Zimmydoom, Zimmydoom
Flew away in a balloon
Had sex with polar bears
While sitting in a reclining chair
Now there are Zim-Bear hybrids
Running around and clawing eyelids
Watch out, a Zim-Bear is about to have sex with yooooooou!
Sorry, no, I'm at Ole Miss. The Union here is just shorthand for whatever the official name is for the student union. Everyone university I've been to had one, and was always just referred to as the union.
Sorry, no, I'm at Ole Miss. The Union here is just shorthand for whatever the official name is for the student union. Everyone university I've been to had one, and was always just referred to as the union.
Ole Miss? I am so sorry
"Durka Durka Durka, I go to Ole Miss, lets all go to the grove and do Grove stuff. Grove Grove Grove. Hotty Toddy Gosh Almighty, I'm A DOUCHEBAG."
"I go to school in Mississippi but I do everything I can to pretend that it's MEMPHIS."
Oxford sucks.
That wasn't directed at you by the way. Just venting.
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This makes me sad.,
This is so weird.
Now to kill another one of your favorite classics:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AFfWrNeGZ8o
vlad and lie-bot are friends
I don't know that the whole robot thing has ever been explained
might just be random toys around his house
I'm sitting in my office, writing my exam that I'm giving tomorrow at noon, when I realize I haven't eaten lunch. It's shitty outside, so there's no way I'm walking to my car, and driving home or whatever, so that leaves me with the options at the Union. I run over, grab a Chick-fil-A sandwich, a tasty cold beverage, and head up to the cashier to pay.
Beatrice looks at me and asks, "Meal or Flex-dollars?"
"Uh, bank card?"
She narrows her eyes, "just a second." She looks around for a minute until she spies an exceptionally large man hovering near the drink station. "Hey, Mister 29 meals! Come here." She then pats my hand, "You can go on, I've got this."
(Meal points and flex dollars don't carry over from semester to semester, and tomorrow's the last day to use them, so, by virtue of trying to pay using real money shortly after an exceptionally large man complained to Beatrice that he had a bunch of meals that were going to expire, I got a free lunch.)
World war 2 based airplane simulation.
pleasepaypreacher.net
http://www.pacific-fighters.com/en/home.php?skin=S2
:?:
The Union? Do you go to UND?
And giving it, not taking it.
He's a giver.
VS.
No matter who wins, we lose.
Okay fine.
Simon, do you teach at UND?
Are you two shitdicks happy now?
Of course. He had aliens and zombies under his control. Didn't you ever play Return to Castle Wolfenstein?
Edited for truth.
Achewood, i want to like you so much...
so much...
*Introducing yourself as 'Gosling from Watertown' to a politician's office will get you a stump speech about whatever subject you're asking about.
*Introducing yourself as 'Gosling with the Sierra Club' to the same office will get you the honest inside-baseball stuff you actually wanted.
I love that one.
pleasepaypreacher.net
Gold
yep
Sorry, no, I'm at Ole Miss. The Union here is just shorthand for whatever the official name is for the student union. Everyone university I've been to had one, and was always just referred to as the union.
the "no true scotch man" fallacy.
the nudest you are ever being?
The nudest.
the "no true scotch man" fallacy.
Ole Miss? I am so sorry
"Durka Durka Durka, I go to Ole Miss, lets all go to the grove and do Grove stuff. Grove Grove Grove. Hotty Toddy Gosh Almighty, I'm A DOUCHEBAG."
"I go to school in Mississippi but I do everything I can to pretend that it's MEMPHIS."
Oxford sucks.
That wasn't directed at you by the way. Just venting.
He may have won the battle, but not the war!
Literaly...