Going to be going through the whole airport system today to get home to Tucson. Looking forward to seeing a few of you guys at the Meet Rack. First round is on me.
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Show posts MenuQuote from: Troll Monster on October 21, 2010, 09:35:18 AMWTF? One, were my PM creepy? I only sent them to people I came across who said they are from Tucson, where I used to live. Two, why would this perso know anything about my PMs?
Recently, a new member named "Krez" joined our forum, proved his identity with random facts about Tucson, and was still accused of being Pop-Tart. Krez is not Pop-Tart. Pop-Tart would not send creepy PMs.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Payne on October 22, 2010, 03:22:52 PMI too am a staff of 1. Just remember at work, Reality is what you can get away with. I have been here almost a year and in that time I have given myself my own office with two computers and a TV (the only offices bigger and better belong to the top exec's) and got them to pay me for my time on my commute. Now I just sit and watch netflix or now read this forum waiting for something to happen for me to fix. It is real because I got away with it.Quote from: Horrendous Foreign Liam Stoat on October 22, 2010, 03:17:05 PM
You'll be great Payne. Just be open, fair, listen to your staff AND CRUSH THEIR SPIRITS AND SPINES WITH AN IRON FIST WHILE GLEEFULY BRAYING LIKE A MANIAC!
Nah on a serious note, you'll get right back into it manIt's like riding a bicycle or fucking an octopus. You'll feel a bit wobbly for a bit, then it'll all come back to you.
My staff is going to consist only of me.
Perhaps my employer has done some internet research on me and gleaned my true nature?
Quote from: Doktor Howl on October 21, 2010, 03:34:09 AMQuote from: Sir Squid Diddimus on October 21, 2010, 03:31:41 AM
I'm strappin on my nad kickin boots.
Yall gonna make me use em?
AUNUS! WOOD!
WOO WOO!
Dok,
Can't get ANYONE to kick him in the junk, these days.