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Jan 22, 2015 22:14:12 GMT -6
Post by Ginger on Jan 22, 2015 22:14:12 GMT -6
Why would SoCal change my avatar? He mad? He usually mad. He probably found the pig poop offensive. I don't know.
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Jan 22, 2015 22:38:37 GMT -6
Post by Other on Jan 22, 2015 22:38:37 GMT -6
Tweeter please don't like my poasts. What, did I cross a line that matters? No, it's just that Erik has my phone number and I don't want him thinking that I'm taking sides.
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Jan 22, 2015 23:26:38 GMT -6
Post by Presidential Immunity Cock on Jan 22, 2015 23:26:38 GMT -6
Why would SoCal change my avatar? He mad? He usually mad. He probably found the pig poop offensive. I don't know. Or he saw the huge pig balls, cried from jealousy and changed it.
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Jan 23, 2015 0:28:06 GMT -6
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Post by FoxHuntChampion on Jan 23, 2015 0:28:06 GMT -6
No, it's just that Erik has my phone number and I don't want him thinking that I'm taking sides. Valid concern to be sure. I no longer liek you. Is that better? Does tweeter ever get banned for personal threats? Oh wait. He doesn't want to remember those as he never responds to me cuz he's the epidome of the Internet bitch.
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Jan 23, 2015 0:48:32 GMT -6
Post by NOTTHOR on Jan 23, 2015 0:48:32 GMT -6
I'm sorry your day...er...last 140 hours sucked. That's why you make the big bucks. [/quote] Meh, it sucked but it was only a week. We have three kids fresh out of law school and I put all of them on the deal. Two of them fucking cracked right away and the third cracked about 3 hours before we closed, but managed to get there. They were fucking stunned with the level of nutpunch I could take and as we were eating that shit sandwich and I kept saying "guys, this sucks but it ain't that bad" they were amazed. They couldn't comprehend that I spent almost 2 years that was damned near that bad all the fucking time. When you take that degree of nutpunch and say "it isn't that bad" that is something. Fuck, I even let these kids go home at like 3 in the morning just to get them out of my hair because they were such pussies. Me and the last kid we hired from Iowa (I personally recruited him 5 years ago and had to fight to get him hired but now he is our best associate) brought this bitch to the finish line. Fuck the HR department, I'm going back to Iowa to recruit next cycle because we Iowans have such a high tolerance for pain. It is probably a result of watching our shit-tastic sports teams. Christ, I didn't even know who was in the Super Bowl until yesterday when someone sold me some squares. The week is foggy, but mah boy HappyChef texted me and said someone was talking shit about me on HN.
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Jan 23, 2015 6:30:27 GMT -6
Post by Stan's Field on Jan 23, 2015 6:30:27 GMT -6
It was me. Or maybe it was one of my alts. Hmmmm... Mike Devlin maybe? lololololol
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Jan 23, 2015 6:35:04 GMT -6
Post by Stan's Field on Jan 23, 2015 6:35:04 GMT -6
No, it's just that Erik has my phone number and I don't want him thinking that I'm taking sides. Are you? CHOOSE UR ALT, THIS IS A DUEL! If you're wanting to include him in our PMageddon, I'm okay with that, we can get a lot of bloodshed out of the way real quick in that case..... For the record, I'm planning on PMing you some more, I just got tired and decided to sleep.
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Jan 23, 2015 7:24:14 GMT -6
Post by egadsto on Jan 23, 2015 7:24:14 GMT -6
I'm sorry your day...er...last 140 hours sucked. That's why you make the big bucks. Meh, it sucked but it was only a week. We have three kids fresh out of law school and I put all of them on the deal. Two of them fucking cracked right away and the third cracked about 3 hours before we closed, but managed to get there. They were fucking stunned with the level of nutpunch I could take and as we were eating that shit sandwich and I kept saying "guys, this sucks but it ain't that bad" they were amazed. They couldn't comprehend that I spent almost 2 years that was damned near that bad all the fucking time. When you take that degree of nutpunch and say "it isn't that bad" that is something. Fuck, I even let these kids go home at like 3 in the morning just to get them out of my hair because they were such pussies. Me and the last kid we hired from Iowa (I personally recruited him 5 years ago and had to fight to get him hired but now he is our best associate) brought this bitch to the finish line. Fuck the HR department, I'm going back to Iowa to recruit next cycle because we Iowans have such a high tolerance for pain. It is probably a result of watching our shit-tastic sports teams. Christ, I didn't even know who was in the Super Bowl until yesterday when someone sold me some squares. The week is foggy, but mah boy HappyChef texted me and said someone was talking shit about me on HN. [/quote]
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Post by GhostMod 5000 on Jan 23, 2015 7:34:12 GMT -6
When you say the kids out of law school "fucking cracked right away", what does that mean? Did they grab a rifle and climb a clock tower? Or were they worried about missing $1 jello shooter Thursdays at O'Flaherty's and couldn't focus?
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Jan 23, 2015 7:35:39 GMT -6
Post by Presidential Immunity Cock on Jan 23, 2015 7:35:39 GMT -6
How many pissed or shit themselves? You aren't a true lawyer until you've pissed your pants.
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Jan 23, 2015 7:49:55 GMT -6
Post by GhostMod 5000 on Jan 23, 2015 7:49:55 GMT -6
When you say the kids out of law school "fucking cracked right away", what does that mean? Did they grab a rifle and climb a clock tower? Or were they worried about missing $1 jello shooter Thursdays at O'Flaherty's and couldn't focus? Methinks u r accusing teh Part of deploying unnecessary hyperbole. *fist bump* You'd be incorrect. I am just curious about the context of his details, which helps weave a denser tapestry, and fills out the story. I appreciate what a great story teller teh Pard is, and want a fuller pitchure of his experience.
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Jan 23, 2015 8:16:07 GMT -6
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Post by Ginger on Jan 23, 2015 8:16:07 GMT -6
Methinks u r accusing teh Part of deploying unnecessary hyperbole. *fist bump* You'd be incorrect. I am just curious about the context of his details, which helps weave a denser tapestry, and fills out the story. I appreciate what a great story teller teh Pard is, and want a fuller pitchure of his experience. I want to know the answer as well, because I'm pretty tough and work pretty hard myself....from Iowa, don't cha know. By cracked...does it mean they desired snacks and a bathroom break?
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Jan 23, 2015 8:31:50 GMT -6
Post by Ed Jeffries on Jan 23, 2015 8:31:50 GMT -6
Dear OKEEFE4PREZ,
Welcome back. I am sorry to hear you have had a rough couple of weeks.
Regards, Ed
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Jan 23, 2015 8:35:02 GMT -6
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Post by Ginger on Jan 23, 2015 8:35:02 GMT -6
I'm sorry your day...er...last 140 hours sucked. That's why you make the big bucks. Meh, it sucked but it was only a week. We have three kids fresh out of law school and I put all of them on the deal. Two of them fucking cracked right away and the third cracked about 3 hours before we closed, but managed to get there. They were fucking stunned with the level of nutpunch I could take and as we were eating that shit sandwich and I kept saying "guys, this sucks but it ain't that bad" they were amazed. They couldn't comprehend that I spent almost 2 years that was damned near that bad all the fucking time. When you take that degree of nutpunch and say "it isn't that bad" that is something. Fuck, I even let these kids go home at like 3 in the morning just to get them out of my hair because they were such pussies. Me and the last kid we hired from Iowa (I personally recruited him 5 years ago and had to fight to get him hired but now he is our best associate) brought this bitch to the finish line. Fuck the HR department, I'm going back to Iowa to recruit next cycle because we Iowans have such a high tolerance for pain. It is probably a result of watching our shit-tastic sports teams. Christ, I didn't even know who was in the Super Bowl until yesterday when someone sold me some squares. The week is foggy, but mah boy HappyChef texted me and said someone was talking shit about me on HN. [/quote] Do you get a special bonus when you do shit like this? A new pencil sharpener? A Starbucks gift card for two lattes? At least you missed the Iowa Wisconsin game when Woody stepped on his dick....or maybe it was that he poked someone in the eye..I think we lost by 30 points.
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Jan 23, 2015 8:45:32 GMT -6
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Post by Ginger on Jan 23, 2015 8:45:32 GMT -6
I want to know the answer as well, because I'm pretty tough and work pretty hard myself....from Iowa, don't cha know. By cracked...does it mean they desired snacks and a bathroom break? Maybe they started complaining of back pain and demanded new desks? I dunno. Just spitballing here. Could be they were tired of Okeefe using them as a leg rest.
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Jan 23, 2015 9:28:16 GMT -6
Post by NOTTHOR on Jan 23, 2015 9:28:16 GMT -6
Methinks u r accusing teh Part of deploying unnecessary hyperbole. *fist bump* You'd be incorrect. I am just curious about the context of his details, which helps weave a denser tapestry, and fills out the story. I appreciate what a great story teller teh Pard is, and want a fuller pitchure of his experience. Nah, it was nothing juicy, just shit liek falling asleep at their desks and doing half-assed work. For instance, I gave one kid the task of writing document names on about 25 folders. My secretary can do it in under 10 minutes with labels, but I just let this dude hand write them. At some point I ask myself "where the fuck is that dude who is making folders?" and go check on him 2 hours after I gave him the task. Dude had 6 folders done. This shit was seriously just writing "ABC Corp. Bill of Sale" and "XYZ Corp. Resolutions" on folders and this fuck took 4 hours to do 25 of them. I spent hours hovering over this other kid who was compiling a document that was about 150 pages of lists and financials and I hadn't been home for two days. I had eaten a bunch of pizza and sushi (firm was paying) and I had horrific gas and bubbling in mah stomach from not sleeping for 2 days. It got so bad that I could smell my own taint, but we had to push through. I had major swass and coupling that with the gas was just overwhelming. Anyway, the kid I was hovering over started visibly shaking at a few points just after midnight on the last night and he looked like he was on the brink of tears. Between the lack of sleep and that smell, he really took a mean nutpunch.
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Post by Presidential Immunity Cock on Jan 23, 2015 9:31:38 GMT -6
I knew shit was involved! Probably a rancid soulless ginger fart at that. Should have tossed in some seamonkeys in you undies to see them make a fecal civilization.
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Jan 23, 2015 10:26:09 GMT -6
Post by GhostMod 5000 on Jan 23, 2015 10:26:09 GMT -6
See asshole, you say shit like this, but if I didn't ask, we would have never heard about him blasting farts in the same undies for two straight days and then stinking out some poor kid who had no choice but to taste it all in. You're welcome.
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Post by BrainFerentz4Prez on Jan 23, 2015 10:37:50 GMT -6
You'd be incorrect. I am just curious about the context of his details, which helps weave a denser tapestry, and fills out the story. I appreciate what a great story teller teh Pard is, and want a fuller pitchure of his experience. Nah, it was nothing juicy, just shit liek falling asleep at their desks and doing half-assed work. For instance, I gave one kid the task of writing document names on about 25 folders. My secretary can do it in under 10 minutes with labels, but I just let this dude hand write them. At some point I ask myself "where the fuck is that dude who is making folders?" and go check on him 2 hours after I gave him the task. Dude had 6 folders done. This shit was seriously just writing "ABC Corp. Bill of Sale" and "XYZ Corp. Resolutions" on folders and this fuck took 4 hours to do 25 of them. I spent hours hovering over this other kid who was compiling a document that was about 150 pages of lists and financials and I hadn't been home for two days. I had eaten a bunch of pizza and sushi (firm was paying) and I had horrific gas and bubbling in mah stomach from not sleeping for 2 days. It got so bad that I could smell my own taint, but we had to push through. I had major swass and coupling that with the gas was just overwhelming. Anyway, the kid I was hovering over started visibly shaking at a few points just after midnight on the last night and he looked like he was on the brink of tears. Between the lack of sleep and that smell, he really took a mean nutpunch. So wuts yer rep in the firm bruh? Are u the partner who puts guys frew hell and when they crack stand them up in front of erebody and make them drop trou as you blister their pimply pink asses? Or you the cool guy who works them to near deaf and at the last minute takes them aside, frows an arm around them, and swirls a tongue in their ear while patting them on the back and telling them everyfings gonna be ok?
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Jan 23, 2015 10:44:07 GMT -6
Post by NOTTHOR on Jan 23, 2015 10:44:07 GMT -6
Nah, it was nothing juicy, just shit liek falling asleep at their desks and doing half-assed work. For instance, I gave one kid the task of writing document names on about 25 folders. My secretary can do it in under 10 minutes with labels, but I just let this dude hand write them. At some point I ask myself "where the fuck is that dude who is making folders?" and go check on him 2 hours after I gave him the task. Dude had 6 folders done. This shit was seriously just writing "ABC Corp. Bill of Sale" and "XYZ Corp. Resolutions" on folders and this fuck took 4 hours to do 25 of them. I spent hours hovering over this other kid who was compiling a document that was about 150 pages of lists and financials and I hadn't been home for two days. I had eaten a bunch of pizza and sushi (firm was paying) and I had horrific gas and bubbling in mah stomach from not sleeping for 2 days. It got so bad that I could smell my own taint, but we had to push through. I had major swass and coupling that with the gas was just overwhelming. Anyway, the kid I was hovering over started visibly shaking at a few points just after midnight on the last night and he looked like he was on the brink of tears. Between the lack of sleep and that smell, he really took a mean nutpunch. So wuts yer rep in the firm bruh? Are u the partner who puts guys frew hell and when they crack stand them up in front of erebody and make them drop trou as you blister their pimply pink asses? Or you the cool guy who works them to near deaf and at the last minute takes them aside, frows an arm around them, and swirls a tongue in their ear while patting them on the back and telling them everyfings gonna be ok? On something liek this, I stay until the shit is done. I tear kids down, but build them back up.
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Jan 23, 2015 10:45:25 GMT -6
Post by NOTTHOR on Jan 23, 2015 10:45:25 GMT -6
See asshole, you say shit like this, but if I didn't ask, we would have never heard about him blasting farts in the same undies for two straight days and then stinking out some poor kid who had no choice but to taste it all in. You're welcome. It was really the constant drainage of taint sweat that did me in, I think. It was so sweaty, that it percolated through my jeans.
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Jan 23, 2015 10:53:15 GMT -6
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Post by Ginger on Jan 23, 2015 10:53:15 GMT -6
See asshole, you say shit like this, but if I didn't ask, we would have never heard about him blasting farts in the same undies for two straight days and then stinking out some poor kid who had no choice but to taste it all in. You're welcome. It was really the constant drainage of taint sweat that did me in, I think. It was so sweaty, that it percolated through my jeans. Jeans? I thought you would be wearing some silk dress pants.
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Jan 23, 2015 10:54:02 GMT -6
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Post by Ginger on Jan 23, 2015 10:54:02 GMT -6
Nah, it was nothing juicy, just shit liek falling asleep at their desks and doing half-assed work. For instance, I gave one kid the task of writing document names on about 25 folders. My secretary can do it in under 10 minutes with labels, but I just let this dude hand write them. At some point I ask myself "where the fuck is that dude who is making folders?" and go check on him 2 hours after I gave him the task. Dude had 6 folders done. This shit was seriously just writing "ABC Corp. Bill of Sale" and "XYZ Corp. Resolutions" on folders and this fuck took 4 hours to do 25 of them. I spent hours hovering over this other kid who was compiling a document that was about 150 pages of lists and financials and I hadn't been home for two days. I had eaten a bunch of pizza and sushi (firm was paying) and I had horrific gas and bubbling in mah stomach from not sleeping for 2 days. It got so bad that I could smell my own taint, but we had to push through. I had major swass and coupling that with the gas was just overwhelming. Anyway, the kid I was hovering over started visibly shaking at a few points just after midnight on the last night and he looked like he was on the brink of tears. Between the lack of sleep and that smell, he really took a mean nutpunch. So wuts yer rep in the firm bruh? Are u the partner who puts guys frew hell and when they crack stand them up in front of erebody and make them drop trou as you blister their pimply pink asses? Or you the cool guy who works them to near deaf and at the last minute takes them aside, frows an arm around them, and swirls a tongue in their ear while patting them on the back and telling them everyfings gonna be ok? Is this really that funny...! I( almost had to say el I el.)
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Jan 23, 2015 10:55:05 GMT -6
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Post by Ginger on Jan 23, 2015 10:55:05 GMT -6
See asshole, you say shit like this, but if I didn't ask, we would have never heard about him blasting farts in the same undies for two straight days and then stinking out some poor kid who had no choice but to taste it all in. You're welcome. I thought everyone's jerb atmosphere was eerily similar to okeefe's? Long periods of filthy depraved insanity followed by moments of relative calm? Pretty sure Clacky, Hoffa, stollololol, and I experience slightly de-tuned versions of this every week of our lives. I guess ur not in that sort of environment, hence ur desire to read stories detailing it. Muh bad. Maybe some day! I don't sweat that much at work. I'm usually cold.
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Jan 23, 2015 10:57:29 GMT -6
Post by GhostMod 5000 on Jan 23, 2015 10:57:29 GMT -6
See asshole, you say shit like this, but if I didn't ask, we would have never heard about him blasting farts in the same undies for two straight days and then stinking out some poor kid who had no choice but to taste it all in. You're welcome. I thought everyone's jerb atmosphere was eerily similar to okeefe's? Long periods of filthy depraved insanity followed by moments of relative calm? Pretty sure Clacky, Hoffa, stollololol, and I experience slightly de-tuned versions of this every week of our lives. I guess ur not in that sort of environment, hence ur desire to read stories detailing it. Muh bad. Maybe some day! I don't believe for one second that you, or any of those people, have done anything similar to that. I've certainly had my crazy times, but I always go home and change my fucking draws at the end of the day.
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