My Worse Nightmare come true.

I'm stuck at work alone with a dot head who hardly speaks english and has a programing degree from Elephantitis U in New Delhi. So who knows dick about computers made past 1989.

God I never wanted to shoot myself so much ever. Its taking every inch of my being not to commit a hate crime.

 

Sounds like the sexual tension is about to burst over there!

 

Just go with that feeling. Don't fight it.

 

A little pressure, and 10 minutes later, it's all over... Memory repression is a wonderful thing *tears up*

 

Read the subliminal message ...

 

It's the Duhh-vinci code.

 

The DSM code is glossolalia with a degree.

 

You caught me, Except you forgot the part with your face as the target.

 

I don't have a red dot, so I'm out.

 

A pretty mouth though.

 

Oh yeah again, I was talking about your ass when I said face and I will just aim at one of the pimples.

 

You are so juvenile, Grim; resorting to the old face-ass match and even the pimple joke. Bravo!