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I manage apartments. When things break, tenants call me. One girl has an insanely cute voice, and is more friendly than people should be when things in their apartment catch on fire.
I’m learning piano, but my left hand feels like a retarded step-nephew. Not only is it under-used, but it also has to spontaneously transcribe notes from bass clef to treble clef, since I fail at bass clef.
I gagged when I wrote this one too. I’ll make up for it.
Anytime you wish someone happy birthday on their Facebook wall, you are contributing to their being a loser.
For the Luthor reference, see here. The humor being: the richest man in Metropolis resorts to stealing cakes, possibly to benefit school children deficient in numbers.
I’ve always wondered what chess would be like with different rules. Unit morale system? Construction yards? Resource management? What if all units were pawns — would that be the chess equivalent of a Zerg Rush?
