Jessica
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*clapping girlishly* Hee hee!!! Walk a mile in your enemy's shoes. Then you're a mile away and have his shoes.
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Do you need a getaway driver? Walk a mile in your enemy's shoes. Then you're a mile away and have his shoes.
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No "wise" cracks? Okay.... [Butthead voice]You're like, old or something.[/Butthead voice] Walk a mile in your enemy's shoes. Then you're a mile away and have his shoes.
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I actually have a theory on what I like to call "The 20-Jump Hump," (non-sexual, you pervs), but it's too much to type out right now at work. Maybe later. Walk a mile in your enemy's shoes. Then you're a mile away and have his shoes.
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Hi Goat!
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"Somewhat" is such a relative term. But yep, we copy editors are both hated and feared. (Not respected, though.) BOY, IS THAT AN EXTRANEOUS HYPHEN?! TWENTY LASHES!! Walk a mile in your enemy's shoes. Then you're a mile away and have his shoes.
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I'm sorry, I don't mean to laugh at your pain, but GOD what a familiar feeling this is! I worked for my college paper for a couple of years, and was the editor of it my last semester, and the ENTIRE TIME I was prone to sitting bolt upright in bed, jerked out of a deep sleep remembering something I'd fucked up in the paper. Plus, I always had to wear a pager so the staff could reach me or in case there were production problems, and that fucking thing went off CONSTANTLY. In class, usually. Hee hee, I miss those days, to be honest. Walk a mile in your enemy's shoes. Then you're a mile away and have his shoes.
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No, it's the good breedin' stock. Walk a mile in your enemy's shoes. Then you're a mile away and have his shoes.
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"Cordless drill" sounds kind of dirty, come to think of it.... Walk a mile in your enemy's shoes. Then you're a mile away and have his shoes.
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Yah. Anything that shows he knows you/has paid attention at least PART of the time you've been talking. If I need a cordless drill, and have been yapping about needing a cordless drill, then I would be touched on many levels to get a cordless drill. Not that I actually want a cordless drill, you understand. Walk a mile in your enemy's shoes. Then you're a mile away and have his shoes.
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Yeeha.
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Uh oh, the bitching started immediately. Don't worry, we'll stop. Walk a mile in your enemy's shoes. Then you're a mile away and have his shoes.
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Like this? Walk a mile in your enemy's shoes. Then you're a mile away and have his shoes.
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Well, I'd invite all y'all to move to the states, but...you know. Walk a mile in your enemy's shoes. Then you're a mile away and have his shoes.
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Right on. Walk a mile in your enemy's shoes. Then you're a mile away and have his shoes.
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I burned my pizza. Life is empty and hollow. Wait! It's not burned. Whew. Walk a mile in your enemy's shoes. Then you're a mile away and have his shoes.
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I'll buy that, though I do question the causal relationship you've set up there. How about: "Doing stuff that doesn't suck. And having sex." Oh wait, I think that phrasing has an implication of sex's sucking, which we all know it does not -- at least, not in the metaphorical sense of things. So: "Doing stuff that doesn't suck. Espcially sex." Walk a mile in your enemy's shoes. Then you're a mile away and have his shoes.
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Har! That was way before my time, but I've got a few ishes lying around here. My favorite: Fat Freddy forgets to feed his cat, so cat finds some little plants to eat instead. When Fat Freddy gets home, his roommates are waiting with a baseball bat, and one says, "I sure hope you like to smoke cat food, Fat Freddy." Heh!!! Oh, and the cat is snoozing in the background, totally bombed. Walk a mile in your enemy's shoes. Then you're a mile away and have his shoes.
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Moi? There aren't any DZs around here open during the week, sugar-pie. Walk a mile in your enemy's shoes. Then you're a mile away and have his shoes.
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Yep. Good thing I don't have kids; CPS would come take them away and I wouldn't even notice because I'd be so engrossed in your sheep-buggering adventures. Walk a mile in your enemy's shoes. Then you're a mile away and have his shoes.
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Aw, how could I forget, ass-goblin? This could be my last post of the day; Dante has almost chewed entirely through the mouse cord Walk a mile in your enemy's shoes. Then you're a mile away and have his shoes.
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Ah, it's fun. They should have a suspended harness for you to practice cutaway drills, maybe some seminars on specific safety topics, some gear inspection, etc. And lots of beer, if they're smart. Beer is to safety day as doughnuts are to business meetings, hee hee. Walk a mile in your enemy's shoes. Then you're a mile away and have his shoes.
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Yeehaw! If this ever happens again, though, try a more reasonable punishment for yourself than killing the skydiving. Self-flagellation, for example. Walk a mile in your enemy's shoes. Then you're a mile away and have his shoes.
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I have ONE, and it seriously freaked my shit. First, I couldn't sit down from a kneeling position, then when it was time for jump run, I couldn't get back up. I think my three fellow passengers (men!) were taking up as much room as they could just to see me struggle. Then I totally LAUNCHED us off the step, just like I was hanging out the door of an otter, and created the most impressive funnel I've ever been a part of. OT: Yesterday I got a couple of RW fun jumps in, and a guy tagged along to video us, and afterward, he said, "I love filming these zoo dives!" Should I be insulted? Walk a mile in your enemy's shoes. Then you're a mile away and have his shoes.
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Oops, maybe he did...! Walk a mile in your enemy's shoes. Then you're a mile away and have his shoes.