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ah yes, fond memories.

Or nightmares, if you're bos.



Someone please explain to me why I come back from the cabin, and there are ants on my writing desk.

Two weeks ago, I had an ant infestation on my desk. I did the needed cleaning and discovered something had gotten under my computer monitor to attract them. They're gone now.

Uh-huh. You just dumped them on my desk, didn't you?

tiddlywinks said:

Uh-huh. You just dumped them on my desk, didn't you?

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I will admit I made some ice cream called Ant Bait Ice Cream.

With real ants?

*snorts*

You think Ted would forsake quality and put fake ants in his ice cream?

amateur..

I'm insulted.

I know right??








so um... they were vegan ants, weren't they?

I pulled them off the carcass of a dead battery. You tell me.

....those were fleas, Ted.

Fleas usually leave dead things. And the battery was rather bloated. In fact, I was afraid of poking it.

It wants you to poke it, ted. It's only playing dead.

If it explodes, you'll be the one cleaning up rotting pieces of dead Cray off the walls.

Speaking of which, we need to have a funeral.

You misspelled "party," Ted.

Vowels! My favorite mean guy!

*hugs Robo even as he desperately pushes me away*

I was thinking we should have a funeral for Vowels, too.

Damn, now I gotta change the name on the cake and the stripper.

You put a name on the stripper?

Yeah, for $10 more, she let me write a name of the deceased on her in special places.

Which reminds me, we're also having a funeral for some guy named Archibald Abercrombie Rumplestiltskin. He was a dear friend, may he RIP.

robeiae said:

You misspelled "party," Ted.

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Who let the new guy in?

tiddlywinks said:

Who let the new guy in?

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We should get the chair o' honor.

Hang on, I'll go wake up Haggis.

Haggis is the chair o' honor?



You're confusing PD, Ted..

Haggis uses the chair o' honor as a fire hydrant. Ironically, it's highly flammable now.

*wanders in*

Did someone say something about a hunka burning blurve?

*appears*

That was very prophetic, Gail!