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You suck.

How freaking hard is it to RESET the damn copy machine after you use it so the next person doesn't have to undo your settings before they can make one god damn copy? Is it that hard to be courteous? I know it's only the push of a button but come on, it's common courtesy to put the machine back the way you found it before you leave it. There's an AUTO RESET button for christ sake. All you have to do is put your selfish little finger on it and push. But no. You're too self centered to think that anyone besides you and your bizarre settings wants to use the copy machine. Maybe if you stop enlarging pictures of Jessica Alba just to see her nipples, we wouldn't have this problem.

And I move another day closer to eccentric recluse status.

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And I move another day closer to eccentric recluse status.

Trust me -- you're gonna love it!

you know that's a great idea... i think I might do that too!

That's it I'm movin' to the woods!

Can we all maybe form an enclave somewhere and start stockpiling drugs, booze and guns?

Does that mean you'll buy about 100 cats now? Because nothing smells like recluse the way stale cat pee does.

Can we all maybe form an enclave somewhere and start stockpiling drugs, booze and guns?

If I can have a harem, I'm in.

"Can we all maybe form an enclave somewhere and start stockpiling drugs, booze and guns?"

That sorta blows the whole recluse thing doesn't it? I mean one of us would be bound to piss off one of the others at some point. Then what?

What Rob said.

I'm trying to get AWAY from humanity.

That sorta blows the whole recluse thing doesn't it? I mean one of us would be bound to piss off one of the others at some point. Then what?

2 folks enter, 1 person leaves.

Sorry.

I promise it won't happen again.

BTW - It was Alexandra Kerry, not Jessica Alba.

consider yourself lucky. every time I need a copy, I'll go over to the machine, and find that some fucker left their damned paper jam in there and didn't unjam it. or call for service. or even leave a fucking note.

so i'll unjam the machine, and then i'll find out that it jammed on page 3 of a 500 page document... so it'll restart fucker's job, and i have to wait around even longer while it finishes.

so i'll unjam the machine, and then i'll find out that it jammed on page 3 of a 500 page document... so it'll restart fucker's job, and i have to wait around even longer while it finishe

That's why you learn to go through the copy machine menus and delete that job. If they hadn't bothered to check on their printout yet, then they don't care.

If I stop, I'll die. (I'm convinced of that). oooooooooohhhhhhhhhh, Jessica Alba.

That sorta blows the whole recluse thing doesn't it? I mean one of us would be bound to piss off one of the others at some point. Then what?

Sorry - I left out a central tenet of the idea: the theoretical enclave would would be made up of populi non jerkus - anybody stupid enough to piss Michele off would be subject to castration/ritual sacrifice/boot to the head/cap popping, of course.

...anyway, Michele, I don't know if you could do a total recluse thing - all your drooling fanboys/fangirls would doubtless seek you out, and then you're back to square 1.

Um, yeah, Michele... don't forget, we're putting the new cover sheets on all the TPS reports now... so if you could just... go ahead and do that... that would be great.

Michele, there seems to be a problem with your TPS reports. Did you get the memo, cause we are using a new cover sheet. If you could go ahead and use the new sheet, I will send you another copy of the memo.

"That's why you learn to go through the copy machine menus and delete that job."

not an option. you see, fucker will leave the jam there, but they won't go make copies somewhere else. they'll wait until somebody unjams their printjob, and they pick it up later.

usually, fucker is a higher up, and i don't want to get in trouble by deleting their job. but dang, i really want to sometimes. or throw some extra stuff in their job, like, pictures from goatsze or something.

I deal with that bullsh*t all day. Except for me, its sending the 20 meg PDF print jobs to the slow speed printer that just happens to be outside my office. Of course this filthy tramps print jobs are like potato chips (you can't have just one), so she stacks 'em. Twenty deep.

The slut.

I'm sorry, did you say something about nipples?

"PC Load Letter? What the fuck is PC Load Letter!!!!!?"

/first thing I thought of. heh

You should market Eccentric Recluse In Training T-shirts.
I would buy that for myself... and come to think of it, both kids.

While enlarging picture of Jessica Alba's nipples is a worthy goal, it is silly not to hit the auto rest button.

Just put the goddam toilet seat down yourself, instead of bitching about other people.

And double your lithium you psycho.

Jerry, honey. Back in March of 2004, you left a comment telling me I was too angry and I should take my meds.

So nice of you to come back all this time later and check in on me. Makes my heart swell with sentimentality. My god, Jerry. You made me verklempt.

Wanna fuck?

Jerry gets all the chicks.