Drive-by posting

One of the stupid fucking fire alarms is going off at work (hey, you try finding a replacement for a Saturday), and no one can figure out how to turn the fucker off. Where's a scientician (or some earplugs) when you need one?

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On a lighter note (hey, ain't my team, we know we suck -- although we did manage to tie top-ranked Argentina; and you doubted the efficacy of black magic!) Les Bleus, reaching the point of desperation, have dug deep into their bag o' tricks in order to jump start their offense, as stagnant and tepid as Old Europe itself:












"You will score more goals...you will score more goals..."

Barack Obama, proud member of the American Hypnotical Association
since 2005.