Sorry I couldn't meet the people from Disney.
I know they are one of your most important clients; I know they very much wanted to meet me at this screening in connection with the project you have engaged me to work on, and for which they are paying you a very, very large amount of money, and that my absence was unhelpful, especially as you told them I'd agreed to come.
I couldn't make it; I'm sorry.
You see, I was on top of a cliff on the east coast of Ireland about 40 km south of Dublin dressed up as a nun, having my photograph taken for publicity pictures for a Norwegian dance theatre company who present their plays in gibberish.
Sorry about that.
I couldn't make it; I'm sorry.
You see, I was on top of a cliff on the east coast of Ireland about 40 km south of Dublin dressed up as a nun, having my photograph taken for publicity pictures for a Norwegian dance theatre company who present their plays in gibberish.
Sorry about that.
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Originally posted by Anders
Work problems? Fired?
Drug problems? Fried?
--B
Question: did you tell the Disnoids that you were going to be at the meeting?
If no: who cares what a 3rd party told them? Sod 'em.
If yes: you can't be trusted and it will bite you on the arse one ay.
Dude, he was on top of a cliff on the east coast of Ireland about 40 km south of Dublin dressed up as a nun, having his photograph taken for publicity pictures for a Norwegian dance theatre company who present their plays in gibberish!
Where I come from, that counts as the very heart and soul of "trustworthy".
Originally posted by addabox
Can't be trusted?
Dude, he was on top of a cliff on the east coast of Ireland about 40 km south of Dublin dressed up as a nun, having his photograph taken for publicity pictures for a Norwegian dance theatre company who present their plays in gibberish!
Where I come from, that counts as the very heart and soul of "trustworthy".
DAGNABBIT I'M JUST JEALOUS.
Originally posted by groverat
You should have typed it in gibberish.
Yerf, dammelgot frost obertoom. Inchee yandle hop to best, yun inkle cod offengon et yibber candle hum!
Originally posted by addabox
Yerf, dammelgot frost obertoom. Inchee yandle hop to best, yun inkle cod offengon et yibber candle hum!
Frog blast the vent cores!
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
Originally posted by Anders
This has become a case of "Leonis dog just barked"
A case? Let's make it a jeroboam and call it even.
I actually have no idea what that means.
Originally posted by addabox
Can't be trusted?
Dude, he was on top of a cliff on the east coast of Ireland about 40 km south of Dublin dressed up as a nun, having his photograph taken for publicity pictures for a Norwegian dance theatre company who present their plays in gibberish!
Where I come from, that counts as the very heart and soul of "trustworthy".
and gets you tenure like pronto.