The Shoutbox
RIP Blue and Yellow.

Forever lost will be the satisfaction of getting the last copy out of a wall of 80.
So tasty.
*sings*
spam, spam, spam, spam!
Ahhhhhh, the sweet taste of spam in the evening!
All right. Everybody gone home for the day? Good, cuz the night janitor is here with a hip full of keys and 4 hours of deep Clapton cuts.

Do I have a 4Loco poured in to a gas station cup? When don't I?
They closed the campus to workers for tomorrow but said to work remotely. I took a vacation day. I swore after Apple that work would never again enter my personal space.
It's the only logical explanation
I imagine that cult from the 9th Gate doing their cult thing at the end. Then after all their hocus pocus to summon powers from evil underworlds, out poofs a kitty, from an uninspiring puff of smoke, that delicately prances across a casio synthesizer that everyone forgot about, off in the corner. Probably left over gear from their earlier praise and worship session.