Plane-Hole 2011

Chris: Have you been following Plane-Hole '11?
Me: The SWA flight? Yeah, it was a big ole' hole!
Chris: Do you think the captain made a joke? "Folks, it's a nice day, so we put the top down. Enjoy the flight."
Me: Probably. It's Southwest Airlines.

Dashed hopes and recyclables.

Chris: There is a man at school going through our garbage.
Me: He's only going to find dashed hopes in there.
Chris: And cans, apparently. "Hey! Maybe the rest of us would like some cans!"

Respect the crust.

Chris: I don't know if I'll ever trust those miners underground again.
Me: If they were better that earth wouldn't wouldn't have shifted.
Chris: Exactly. If they're not going to take the Earth's crust seriously, then they need to find other employment.
Chris: Just proof that you have to take Earth's crust seriously.

Trangate

Me: Is 6th St. now 6ixth St.?
Chris: More like Sexth Street, amirite?
Me: I wouldn't know. I stopped going after those trannies were busted stealing wallets.
Chris: Ah. Trangate.

Dammit, that's what old light does.

Chris: Care for an amazing fact about Earth's sun?
Me: Sure!
Chris: Do you know how photons (in the form of light) strike you when you walk outside?
Me: Right. They don't hurt though.
Chris: Those photons are 1.2 million years old. You're being struck by OLD LIGHT!
Chris: And, you're destroying them, killer.
Me: They hit me. They destroyed themselves.
Chris: You don't feel the slightest remorse?
Me: Not really. Screw 'em I say!
Chris: You're dabbling in forces you don't completely understand.
Me: What would you have me do? Send them fruit baskets?
Me: "Sorry for absorbing you. — Love Marvin"

Sweep the leg.

Chris: Do you know what mercy is for? The weak.
Me: I ... I knew that.
Chris: And what do enemies not deserve?
Me: Mercy.
Chris: Right! *sweeps your leg*
Me: Aww aww!

That’s terrifying.

That’s terrifying.

Chris likes to draw everyday things transforming.

Chris likes to draw everyday things transforming.

It’s the law.

It’s the law.

New contractor.

Me: How many wonderful additions do you think Matt Roloff would make to the office if he was hired as contractor?
Chris: "Tiny copiers!"
Chris: What'd be funny, though, is when we'd heard a surprised squeal and a splash coming from the bathroom. Then we'd have to fish a drenched and pantsless Roloff from the toilet.
Me: Haha
Chris: Unless he carries a lil' grapnel gun with him for just such an emergency.
Me: He very well may. He is Matt Roloff.
Chris: *splash*
Chris: *BANG! Fwoosh-fwhoosh-fwoosh -- chink!*
Chris: *whrrrrrrrrrrrr!*
Chris: "Boy, we really need a narrower-mouthed toilet in there!" *walks away, leaving wet footprints.
Me: I still submit we'd come to work one day to find the office surrounded by a moat and the front door would be a draw-bridge.

Plane-Hole 2011

Chris: Have you been following Plane-Hole '11?
Me: The SWA flight? Yeah, it was a big ole' hole!
Chris: Do you think the captain made a joke? "Folks, it's a nice day, so we put the top down. Enjoy the flight."
Me: Probably. It's Southwest Airlines.

Dashed hopes and recyclables.

Chris: There is a man at school going through our garbage.
Me: He's only going to find dashed hopes in there.
Chris: And cans, apparently. "Hey! Maybe the rest of us would like some cans!"

Respect the crust.

Chris: I don't know if I'll ever trust those miners underground again.
Me: If they were better that earth wouldn't wouldn't have shifted.
Chris: Exactly. If they're not going to take the Earth's crust seriously, then they need to find other employment.
Chris: Just proof that you have to take Earth's crust seriously.

Trangate

Me: Is 6th St. now 6ixth St.?
Chris: More like Sexth Street, amirite?
Me: I wouldn't know. I stopped going after those trannies were busted stealing wallets.
Chris: Ah. Trangate.

Dammit, that's what old light does.

Chris: Care for an amazing fact about Earth's sun?
Me: Sure!
Chris: Do you know how photons (in the form of light) strike you when you walk outside?
Me: Right. They don't hurt though.
Chris: Those photons are 1.2 million years old. You're being struck by OLD LIGHT!
Chris: And, you're destroying them, killer.
Me: They hit me. They destroyed themselves.
Chris: You don't feel the slightest remorse?
Me: Not really. Screw 'em I say!
Chris: You're dabbling in forces you don't completely understand.
Me: What would you have me do? Send them fruit baskets?
Me: "Sorry for absorbing you. — Love Marvin"

Sweep the leg.

Chris: Do you know what mercy is for? The weak.
Me: I ... I knew that.
Chris: And what do enemies not deserve?
Me: Mercy.
Chris: Right! *sweeps your leg*
Me: Aww aww!

That’s terrifying.

That’s terrifying.

Chris likes to draw everyday things transforming.

Chris likes to draw everyday things transforming.

It’s the law.

It’s the law.

New contractor.

Me: How many wonderful additions do you think Matt Roloff would make to the office if he was hired as contractor?
Chris: "Tiny copiers!"
Chris: What'd be funny, though, is when we'd heard a surprised squeal and a splash coming from the bathroom. Then we'd have to fish a drenched and pantsless Roloff from the toilet.
Me: Haha
Chris: Unless he carries a lil' grapnel gun with him for just such an emergency.
Me: He very well may. He is Matt Roloff.
Chris: *splash*
Chris: *BANG! Fwoosh-fwhoosh-fwoosh -- chink!*
Chris: *whrrrrrrrrrrrr!*
Chris: "Boy, we really need a narrower-mouthed toilet in there!" *walks away, leaving wet footprints.
Me: I still submit we'd come to work one day to find the office surrounded by a moat and the front door would be a draw-bridge.

Sometimes, funny happens.

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