November 17th, 2006
, a.k.a. the Pink Gator, has been working as under contract for a Big, Evil, Megacorporation (you know, the kind that arrests their own customers). Lately, she's been having some major trouble connecting to their VPN, and I always end up offering, "Do you need me to stab someone in the face?" (because, as stalkyoulater
maintains, in the face
is always worse).
Today we had the following conversation:
lazystars: I may stab today
thepeopleseason: stab stab stab
thepeopleseason: there was an old issue of Applause (the Thursday Entertainment insert of the Alligator)
thepeopleseason: where Patrick Hughes wrote some of his poetry.
thepeopleseason: and one of his poems went like this:
Eye on a stick! lazystars: that sounds more like a cheer
Eye on a stick!
I'm gonna stab!
I'm gonna jab!
Eye on a slab!
thepeopleseason: I would pay money to hear cheerleaders cheer that.
lazystars: save patrick hughes, save the world
Yes because you see the knife coming right at you. If I were to get stabbed at all, I would like it to be in the back (literally and not in the other sense about friendship and all that crap) but avoiding the kidneys. I have a rare blood type. It would be like oh I got stabbed maybe I should go to the hospital instead of the "AHHHH the knife is coming at my face, why is someone stabbing me in the face" inner monologue.