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$$$$$$$$$$$ hogz of entropy #137
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>> "hemmorhoids" <<
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by -> shadow tao
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art computer lab: 11:43am
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"jaawanna shoomahhada hok up the zipdurv an yooit unnah phonoshot?"
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"what?"
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annoyed look. turns head and looks at the door for a sec, then back
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to me and tries again.
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"yano, maaahhn, somee hada, yoono, hoo uhthe zipdrive?
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phodosssshawp?"
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"are you speaking english? can you speak _ANG-GLISH_?"
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i make talking gestures with my hands, with accompanying "ba doo doo
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DOO!" sounds. he looks pissed. i move away from the desk in my chair,
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spinning it around and around, giggling like a three year old on
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sugar-frosted-coco-bombs (with Fiber!). a woman comes up to the desk.
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"are the printers working?"
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"i dunno. let's ask them." .. half spin .. "are you working?"
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silence.
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"they say yes."
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"um. ok. then why aren't they printing my stuff?"
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"oh, it's prolly something. you know. maybe they don't like you."
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"could you get them to .. uhm.. like me? i need this paper by 1.
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seriously."
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"lady, i'm a lab monitor. not a counselor. i just suggest a good
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rubdown. maybe sex. that appeases them."
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"jesus, you're rude."
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"no, ma'am. i'm Buck Naked, forest ranger." she storms off.
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"your boss is gonna hear about this."
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a guy dressed in a leather jacket and pants saunters up to the desk,
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his hands wrapped in spiked bondage gloves. he has a big dog collar on,
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with a chain leading down to his pants zipper. he twists his head around,
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letting black strands of hair fall back behind his head.
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the quiet drums and flutes of my dark, ambient music gently fill my
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little help cubicle.
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"WHOA. _duuuuude_. dead can dance! they fucking rock. they
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fucking rock so hard."
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he reaches over the ledge to grab the cd case, revealing the nearly
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illegible font of a Deicide shirt.
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"god, dead can dance kicks so much ass. they fuckin' rock so hard."
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i give him his prints for free.
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i love my job.
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* (c) HoE publications. HoE #137 -- written by Shadow Tao -- 12/4/97 *
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