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RE: Pandemic survival diary.
March 20, 2020 at 7:51 am
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Beccs, have you been subscripted to riff raff nursing duties or something because of the crysis?
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RE: Pandemic survival diary.
March 20, 2020 at 7:59 am
(March 20, 2020 at 7:51 am)ignoramus Wrote: Beccs, have you been subscripted to riff raff nursing duties or something because of the crysis?
Beccs in a nurse’s uniform. I’m gonna need some time to let that sink in.
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RE: Pandemic survival diary.
March 20, 2020 at 12:31 pm
(March 20, 2020 at 8:11 am)Gawdzilla Sama Wrote: (March 20, 2020 at 7:59 am)BrianSoddingBoru4 Wrote: Beccs in a nurse’s uniform. I’m gonna need some time to let that sink in.
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RE: Pandemic survival diary.
March 20, 2020 at 1:21 pm
(March 20, 2020 at 1:13 pm)Brian37 Wrote: (March 20, 2020 at 1:11 pm)Gawdzilla Sama Wrote: I have some standards.
I agree, that was low on my part.
‘Long pig’ is a euphemism for human flesh used as food for humans. Apparently, we taste a lot like pork.
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RE: Pandemic survival diary.
March 20, 2020 at 1:35 pm
I had a coworker that was a special kind of cray. He said he came from the future, told me a lot about it, like in the future everyone is called "Mr John", and that was what he called everone. He told me, he was building a time machine to go back. When I heard he was going to leave work, he told me he finished it and going back to the future. I asked him what would be the next lottery numbers, but he didn't know because his neural connection to the singularity (he said it was the future internet), didn't work in these times...
So he went, never heard from him again. What can I say? Farewell Mr John.