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[DrPoo]

My mom decided that since my dad got a job we are keeping internet.
But not for me. And she will monitor the router to make sure im not using it or whatever.

I give up this fight.

[ChairmanPoo]

So, a friend of mine picked psychiatry as a residency slot last year. Had second thoughts a month in (she was doubting between psych and medical onco) and abandoned her slot. She just picked again, and got family practice instead. I don't get it. I mean, she had done worse, the slot exam, I mean, but she still had plenty of choices. She could have gone for RT-oncology, or hematology, or internal medicine, without getting too far away from her home.

[Pnx]

Maybe bacon would make you happy?

Bacon is for sycophants and products of incest.

And I actually know where that's from.

[femmelf]

Well, I'm broke and probably closing my little small business. Do not have job lined up. Feeling like a failure.

[Hanslanda]

Maybe bacon would make you happy?

Bacon is for sycophants and products of incest.

I feel so sorry for you, not knowing the glorious touch of majestic bacon upon your dreary and boring taste buds.

[MaximumZero]

Well, I'm broke and probably closing my little small business. Do not have job lined up. Feeling like a failure.

You haz a bizniz?

[Xantalos]

Maybe bacon would make you happy?

Bacon is for sycophants and products of incest.

I feel so sorry for you, not knowing the glorious touch of majestic bacon upon your dreary and boring taste buds.

The fear and madness of the pigs gives the meat a delectable quality.

[PanH]

Chocolate is just way better than bacon, and it makes happy.

[smirk]

"If you leave law, you won't be a lawyer."

Can I get that in writing? Does that mean I will never have to smell another drunk driver in a jail cell the morning after, or have to listen to a literal crackhead tell me how things are going to work? Does this mean I will never have to look at how the poor are placed in prison merely because they can't pay a bond? Does this mean I won't have to listen to whiny little over-entitled kids bitch while they throw away their lives on heroin, as I try to help them help themselves?  Do you promise? Pretty please? There's talk of a cherry on top.

I don't care if you are a girl Truean, you are now an old grizzled private eye.

This. Every time I see your posts I can't help but hear a noir voice reading them out to me.

Late to the punch, but here you go: http://soundcloud.com/foaloke/truean-noir
Working on the grizzled, but not quite there yet. I should probably take up smoking.

[Scelly9]

Oh, god it works so, so well.

[Sirus]

Smoking is a terrible, disgusting habit.

You should gargle shards of glass instead*.

_{*Sirus is not responsible for the health consequences of shredding your internal organs with glass. By reading this post, you agree to waive all liability. Gargling glass can mess you up, so seriously, don't do it.}

[MetalSlimeHunt]

Althistory.com's moderators take forever to verify new accounts. I've been waiting three days now.

[smirk]

Smoking is a terrible, disgusting habit.

You should gargle shards of glass instead*.

_{*Sirus is not responsible for the health consequences of shredding your internal organs with glass. By reading this post, you agree to waive all liability. Gargling glass can mess you up, so seriously, don't do it.}

Yeah, but shards of glass don't produce lazy contours of smoke drifting through the air around your flickering lamp, haze obscuring vision as you stare down the overweight, sweaty, suspender-ed form of your boss while he rants on about the favor he's doing you. How you need to ride it out or you're letting everyone down. How you're worthless without this place. Shards of glass don't let you flick ash onto his shoes as you tell him that this place is going to the dogs, and if he's smart he'll get out as well before he gets eaten. Then you'll put on your hat and coat, ignoring his increasingly shrill warnings, and walk out into the rainy night, pausing only in the dark between streetlights to start another cigarette. The flare of your match will cut through the gloom like the flash of a firing gun as you contemplate what's past, and what must come.

But only if you smoke. You can't light glass shards.

[baruk]

Scott Miller 1960-2013 RIP.

[The Scout]

I couldn't find the quote I was looking for from some community fort. Something about a series of madmen designing a fort while hating each others madness.