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    Some people arte just bonkers…..

    Contractor walks into the building, goes to her desk.

    Finds an extra chair by her desk from someone who was working with her on Friday.

    She wheeled the chair into t he corridor area by her desk.

    I come to the rescue and place it neatly by a desk without a chair – avoids people tripping up over the darned thing.

    Did I get a thanks? Did I heck – gave her my best Paddington bear glare, but she avoided my eye contact.

    Pesky contractors…….

    #2

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      #3
      Originally posted by basshead View Post
      Perhaps you shouldn't have sniffed it first. I'm sure that put her off.
      Cooking doesn't get tougher than this.

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        #4
        I think, I think I am, therefore I am - I think.


        CentralScrutiniser
        of course you are my bright little star
        ive miles
        and miles
        of files
        pretty files
        of your forefathers fruit


        and now to suit our
        great computer,
        youre magnetic ink



        Im more than that, I know I am, at least, I think I must be.


        There you go man, keep as cool as you can.
        Face piles
        And piles
        Of trials
        With smiles


        It riles them to believe
        That you perceive
        The web they weave
        And keep on thinking free
        .
        Last edited by AlfredJPruffock; 27 October 2008, 09:09.

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          #5
          alf do you have an extra "l" in your sig?

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            #6
            Originally posted by Wilmslow View Post
            Contractor walks into the building, goes to her desk.

            Finds an extra chair by her desk from someone who was working with her on Friday.

            She wheeled the chair into t he corridor area by her desk.

            I come to the rescue and place it neatly by a desk without a chair – avoids people tripping up over the darned thing.

            Did I get a thanks? Did I heck – gave her my best Paddington bear glare, but she avoided my eye contact.

            Pesky contractors…….
            Ah the old musical chairs con. She was making sure she knew where a spare chair was for when the music stopped




            (\__/)
            (>'.'<)
            ("")("") Born to Drink. Forced to Work

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              #7
              Originally posted by AlfredJPruffock View Post
              I think, I think I am, therefore I am - I think.


              CentralScrutiniser
              of course you are my bright little star
              ive miles
              and miles
              of files
              pretty files
              of your forefathers fruit


              and now to suit our
              great computer,
              youre magnetic ink



              Im more than that, I know I am, at least, I think I must be.


              There you go man, keep as cool as you can.
              Face piles
              And piles
              Of trials
              With smiles


              It riles them to believe
              That you perceive
              The web they weave
              And keep on thinking free
              .

              I've got a little black book with my poems in.
              Got a bag with a toothbrush and a comb in.
              When I'm a good dog, they sometimes throw me a bone in.

              I got elastic bands keepin my shoes on.
              Got those swollen hand blues.
              Got thirteen channels of tulip on the T.V. to choose from.
              I've got electric light.
              And I've got second sight.
              And amazing powers of observation.
              And that is how I know
              When I try to get through
              On the telephone to you
              There'll be nobody home.

              I've got the obligatory Hendrix perm.
              And the inevitable pinhole burns
              All down the front of my favorite satin shirt.
              I've got nicotine stains on my fingers.
              I've got a silver spoon on a chain.
              I've got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains.

              I've got wild staring eyes.
              And I've got a strong urge to fly.
              But I got nowhere to fly to.
              Ooooh, Babe when I pick up the phone

              There's still nobody home.

              I've got a pair of Gohills boots
              and I got fading roots




              'Nobody home' Pink Floyd



              (\__/)
              (>'.'<)
              ("")("") Born to Drink. Forced to Work

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                #8
                Originally posted by Wilmslow View Post
                Contractor walks into the building, goes to her desk.

                Finds an extra chair by her desk from someone who was working with her on Friday.

                She wheeled the chair into t he corridor area by her desk.

                I come to the rescue and place it neatly by a desk without a chair – avoids people tripping up over the darned thing.

                Did I get a thanks? Did I heck – gave her my best Paddington bear glare, but she avoided my eye contact.

                Pesky contractors…….
                Why not let the first person to come along move it? Why do you have time to move it?

                Sounds like the contractor was doing some work - unlike you.....

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                  #9
                  Originally posted by Wilmslow View Post
                  Contractor walks into the building, goes to her desk.

                  Finds an extra chair by her desk from someone who was working with her on Friday.

                  She wheeled the chair into t he corridor area by her desk.

                  I come to the rescue and place it neatly by a desk without a chair – avoids people tripping up over the darned thing.

                  Did I get a thanks? Did I heck – gave her my best Paddington bear glare, but she avoided my eye contact.

                  Pesky contractors…….
                  How heroic
                  ǝןqqıʍ

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                    #10
                    Originally posted by EternalOptimist View Post
                    I've got a little black book with my poems in.
                    Got a bag with a toothbrush and a comb in.
                    When I'm a good dog, they sometimes throw me a bone in.

                    I got elastic bands keepin my shoes on.
                    Got those swollen hand blues.
                    Got thirteen channels of tulip on the T.V. to choose from.
                    I've got electric light.
                    And I've got second sight.
                    And amazing powers of observation.
                    And that is how I know
                    When I try to get through
                    On the telephone to you
                    There'll be nobody home.

                    I've got the obligatory Hendrix perm.
                    And the inevitable pinhole burns
                    All down the front of my favorite satin shirt.
                    I've got nicotine stains on my fingers.
                    I've got a silver spoon on a chain.
                    I've got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains.

                    I've got wild staring eyes.
                    And I've got a strong urge to fly.
                    But I got nowhere to fly to.
                    Ooooh, Babe when I pick up the phone

                    There's still nobody home.

                    I've got a pair of Gohills boots
                    and I got fading roots




                    'Nobody home' Pink Floyd



                    I've got a bike...
                    Down with racism. Long live miscegenation!

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