"You're handicap ramp isn't up to code...for every inch off the ground, there should be a foot of ramp."
-This comment, though probably factual, was a smart ass comment by a guy that came into the health center after me. I think he knew the staff pretty well and decided to brighten their day with some jabs.
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"You are mind f*cking blowing me away!!!"
-My friend Andrew yelled this at a GPS system when instead of recalculating his route, it told him to turn around...for the next five minutes of the drive."
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"Ni**as Are Scared of Revolution"
-Song title by Gil Scott Heron. More of a declaritive and spoken style, but still a song.
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"I can't stand when they bleep out ni**er or write it with asterisk. When you bleep it out, you're forcing me to say it in my head and that ain't right."
-I can't quote this right, but a few weeks ago, a friend of a friend was quoting a comedian he heard that said something to that extent, complaining about the treatment of the n-word and how it forces the listener or reader to fill in the blank. I thought of the conversation while writing the song title of Heron.
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Me: "Have you ever had fried bologna?"
Abby: "What do I look like, a lumber jack? I don't think so!"
-I personally think fried bologna is good, but clearly I am a lumber jack for the love.
-This comment, though probably factual, was a smart ass comment by a guy that came into the health center after me. I think he knew the staff pretty well and decided to brighten their day with some jabs.
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"You are mind f*cking blowing me away!!!"
-My friend Andrew yelled this at a GPS system when instead of recalculating his route, it told him to turn around...for the next five minutes of the drive."
-------
"Ni**as Are Scared of Revolution"
-Song title by Gil Scott Heron. More of a declaritive and spoken style, but still a song.
-------
"I can't stand when they bleep out ni**er or write it with asterisk. When you bleep it out, you're forcing me to say it in my head and that ain't right."
-I can't quote this right, but a few weeks ago, a friend of a friend was quoting a comedian he heard that said something to that extent, complaining about the treatment of the n-word and how it forces the listener or reader to fill in the blank. I thought of the conversation while writing the song title of Heron.
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Me: "Have you ever had fried bologna?"
Abby: "What do I look like, a lumber jack? I don't think so!"
-I personally think fried bologna is good, but clearly I am a lumber jack for the love.
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