tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567085.post2536248367194683102..comments2023-10-21T05:48:48.520-07:00Comments on R.A.O.S.T.: How My Tuesday Morning Was Almost Ruinedloonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07649005909384670593noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567085.post-43756702863795493392007-07-13T11:10:00.000-07:002007-07-13T11:10:00.000-07:00i think you're lying about the bunnies. that'd be ...i think you're lying about the bunnies. that'd be just like you.<BR/><BR/>and i don't need to validate any data. i got my own 'data validating bitch' to take care of it for me ;)loonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07649005909384670593noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567085.post-67800711739024204382007-07-12T18:46:00.000-07:002007-07-12T18:46:00.000-07:00Believe it or not, I've seen several bunnies near ...Believe it or not, I've seen several bunnies near our workplace. This is the first time I've seen so many of them. There have been several sightings in the front parking lot.<BR/><BR/>Why this year? Water? Hell, we always have a ton of that, in bottles and gushing out the back lot. Perhaps a lot tried out in Peter Cottontail contests and were rejected? Perhaps they are all happy that Jesus died and that's why kids get lots of Candy at Easter.<BR/><BR/>Who knows.<BR/><BR/>I am glad you are okay. I didn't realize you had been traumatized on Tuesday. I am a lowly individual with no regard for my fellow coworkers.<BR/><BR/>And by the way, don't you have some data to validate, bayatch?Jack Greenwoodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00965713402763796599noreply@blogger.com