luv2bt&tickled
3rd Level Red Feather
- Joined
- Sep 30, 2002
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Phrases You Shouldn't Say At Work...
The fact that no one understands you doesn't mean you're an artist.
I don't know what your problem is, but I'll bet it's hard to pronounce.
How about never? Is never good for you?
I see you've set aside this special time to humiliate yourself in public.
I'm really easy to get along with once you people learn to worship me.
I'll try being nicer if you'll try being smarter.
I'm out of my mind, but feel free to leave a message...
I don't work here. I'm a consultant.
You sound almost reasonable... It must be time for your medication.
I can see your point, but I still think you're full of shit.
I like you. You remind me of when I was young and stupid.
You are validating my inherent mistrust of strangers.
I have plenty of talent and vision. I just don't give a damn.
I'm already visualizing the duct tape over your mouth.
I will always cherish the initial misconceptions I had about you.
Your unique point of view gives me gas.
Who me? I just wander from room to room.
Any connection between you and reality is purely coincidental.
What am I? Flypaper for freaks!?
I'm not being rude. I am just being observant.
Ahhh... I see the screw-up fairy is visiting us again.
Yes, I am an agent of Satan, but my duties are largely ceremonial.
No, my powers can only be used for good.
It sounds like English, but I can't understand a word you're saying.
The fact that no one understands you doesn't mean you're an artist.
I don't know what your problem is, but I'll bet it's hard to pronounce.
How about never? Is never good for you?
I see you've set aside this special time to humiliate yourself in public.
I'm really easy to get along with once you people learn to worship me.
I'll try being nicer if you'll try being smarter.
I'm out of my mind, but feel free to leave a message...
I don't work here. I'm a consultant.
You sound almost reasonable... It must be time for your medication.
I can see your point, but I still think you're full of shit.
I like you. You remind me of when I was young and stupid.
You are validating my inherent mistrust of strangers.
I have plenty of talent and vision. I just don't give a damn.
I'm already visualizing the duct tape over your mouth.
I will always cherish the initial misconceptions I had about you.
Your unique point of view gives me gas.
Who me? I just wander from room to room.
Any connection between you and reality is purely coincidental.
What am I? Flypaper for freaks!?
I'm not being rude. I am just being observant.
Ahhh... I see the screw-up fairy is visiting us again.
Yes, I am an agent of Satan, but my duties are largely ceremonial.
No, my powers can only be used for good.
It sounds like English, but I can't understand a word you're saying.
