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The battery in my key fob died and I had to manually put the key in the lock to open my car.
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#703
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My esthetician doesn't work Mondays. So even though the spa is open tomorrow, I can't get a facial and herbal body wrap.
I'm losing so much weight my pants are becoming loose and I don't feel like shopping. |
#704
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Whoever designed the lid on my coffee creamer did a shitty job, because you have to wrap a towel around it when you shake it, because it leaks.
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#705
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Good one Guin. I like it.
The Biofreeze is burning my skin. |
#706
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I spilled my mocha shake!
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#707
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I hate sites that are smart enough to know that I'm coming from a mobile device and offer me their app but not smart enough to know that I HAVE the damn app but I clicked a link and if I launch the app I need to search around for the info instead of going right where I want to.
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#708
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I replaced my porch light with one that had dusk and motion sensors so if I go out while it's daylight and don't expect to get back until after dark I don't have to decide between having to walk up the stairs and unlocking the door in the dark or leaving the light on in daytime, announcing to everyone passing by that I'm not home. Except I found out two things: the light sensor is shaded by the porch roof so that it always thinks that it's night, and the motion sensor doesn't detect motion at sidewalk level unless I have the sensitivity set to maximum, which because the wall it's mounted on is at an angle makes it also turn on when people walk up to the other half of my duplex.
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#710
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The new version of tapatalk is ugly.
Sent from my telex. |
#712
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There was a chance DHL could deliver my new cocktail table multicade by Friday, in time for the weekend. Alas, someone botched the shipping and it won't get here until Monday.
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#713
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My new kittens are entirely too cute and making me not want to go to work.
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#714
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My dog stepped in dog poo at the dog park.
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#715
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That's better than you stepping in human poo at Starbuck's or something...
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#716
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Is it wrong that this post immediately made me ponder which Starbuck's this was most likely to happen at (3rd & Pike, for the record)?
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#717
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My mouse doesn't work. Have to use my BB or tablet to use the interwebs.
Sent by carrier pigeon.
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#718
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I have to use one computer to work on the PHP code and another to test the HTTP requests and responses, because of the way my work networks are configured. I also have two separate codebases to worry about just for this one task.
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#719
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The down-arrow key on my netbook stopped working a few weeks ago. Every other key works fine, but not being able to just tap the one key to scroll down a page has been driving me nuts.
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#720
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I have been without heat for the last 24 hrs. Thank God it's back just in time for the World Series. Loaded Nachos is a dish best served warm.
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#722
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I just lost twenty pounds and now none of my clothes fit.
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#723
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That could be a third world problem too, depending.
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#725
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The 'Low' heat setting on my slow cooker is too high, I have to keep switching it to 'Warm'.
Oh, the Humanity! |
#726
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The Candy Fairy has permitted the snack dish at the office to go near-empty. I now have a better understanding of my cat's behaviour.
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#727
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There's a bunch of assholes on my Facebook with Giraffes in their display picture. As best I can tell, none of them own this website.
Sent from my telex. |
#730
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There are 4 postmen in my basement, and they don't make any noise at all.
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#731
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#732
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That reminds me of this one time, I worked with this guy Grant who lived on Gay St. (also Grant was gay, but that's beside the point other than the degree of pure joy it brought us) and I used to drive him home after work. One summer, though, his neighborhood took on a funk, and after about a week it was such a strong funk that even with the windows closed, it was intolerable. He was freaking out about it, and then one day his street was cordoned off. Rather than go to his house, I took him to his boyfriend's house.
Turned out, the house next door had a party, and somebody OD'd. Rather than CALL AN AMBULANCE, the neighbors took the body down to the basement and tried to burn it. After failing miserably, they wrapped it in a carpet and stuck it in a corner. Eventually the smell led someone in the neighborhood to complain to the police, who traced it to the house. Moral: if you have nearby neighbors, you should probably keep quicklime on hand. |
#735
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I burnt my toast.
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I taught John Travolta to dance. |
#737
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my dogs have fleas and the rest of my life is sufficiently good that I am pretty grossed out by knowing this*.
*I have yet to actually see any of them but am told I need to vacuum anyway |
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Blow fleas out of vacuum bag into fishbowl. Nothing gets wasted around here. |
#740
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Oh man, that's both hysterical and disgusting. Lesson for the day: you can't burn a body in a regular fire -- it's just not hot enough. Even in a crematorium, you're still going to have some particles of bone and such. |
#742
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I have a bunch of left over Halloween candy that I can't stop eating.
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#746
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I think I'm starting to get the hang of this, and I'd like to point out that even poor people party! Just, you know, not necessarily at a club.
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#747
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I ate the last of the ice cream in the fridge.
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I taught John Travolta to dance. |
#749
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1. Took the car in for routine maintenance.
2. Something's wrong with the steering. Goodbye $1500. FUUUUUUUUUUUU 3. Oh hey, I know you've had a tough day, says the Cable Box, so I'm going to die. Just the video part, though, so you can still listen. That's cool, right? |
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