Things to say to co-workers and others who annoy you...
"Obviously you're unable to assimilate my stimulating concepts into your blighted and retarded world view."
"I don't know what your problem is, but I bet it's hard to pronounce."
"Any connection between your reality and mine is purely coincidental."
"I can see your point, but I still think you're full of it."
"I like you. You remind me of me when I was young and stupid."
"What am I? Flypaper for freaks?"
"I'm not being rude. You're just insignificant."
"I'll give you a nice shiny quarter if you'll go away."
"I'm already visualizing the duct tape over your mouth."
"I wil always cherish the initial misconceptions I had about you."
"Yes, I am an agent of Satan, but my duties are largely ceremonial."
"How about never?. Is never good for you?"
"I'm really easy to get along with once you learn to worship me."
"I'll try being nicer if you'll try being smarter."
"I'm out of my mind. Feel free to leave a message."
"I don't work here. I'm a consultant."
"Who me? I just wander from room to room."
"You sound reasonable. Time to up my medication."
And one for Uncle Bill...
"It's a thankless job...But I've got a lot of Karma to burn off."
And another one for Uncle Bill. As a former test flight engineer, you can probably appreciate this. I believe this is a true story, but I haven't been able to confirm it.
"Scientists at NASA have developed a gun built specifically to launch dead chickens at the windshields of airliners, military jests, and the space shuttle, all travelling at maximum velocity. The idea is to simulate the frequent incidents of collisions with airborne fowl to test the strength of the windshields.
British engineers heard about the gun and were eager to test it on the windshields of their new high-speed trains. Arrangements were made. But when the gun was fired, the engineers stood shocked as the chicken hurted out of the barel, crashed into the shatterproof shield, smashed it to smithereens, crashed through the control console, snapped the engineer's backrest in two and embedded itself in the back wall of the cabin.
Horrified Britons sent NASA the disaterous results of the experiment, along with the designs of the windshield, and begged US scientists for suggestions. NASA's response was just one sentence, "Thaw the chicken." "
Tom
"Obviously you're unable to assimilate my stimulating concepts into your blighted and retarded world view."
"I don't know what your problem is, but I bet it's hard to pronounce."
"Any connection between your reality and mine is purely coincidental."
"I can see your point, but I still think you're full of it."
"I like you. You remind me of me when I was young and stupid."
"What am I? Flypaper for freaks?"
"I'm not being rude. You're just insignificant."
"I'll give you a nice shiny quarter if you'll go away."
"I'm already visualizing the duct tape over your mouth."
"I wil always cherish the initial misconceptions I had about you."
"Yes, I am an agent of Satan, but my duties are largely ceremonial."
"How about never?. Is never good for you?"
"I'm really easy to get along with once you learn to worship me."
"I'll try being nicer if you'll try being smarter."
"I'm out of my mind. Feel free to leave a message."
"I don't work here. I'm a consultant."
"Who me? I just wander from room to room."
"You sound reasonable. Time to up my medication."
And one for Uncle Bill...
"It's a thankless job...But I've got a lot of Karma to burn off."
And another one for Uncle Bill. As a former test flight engineer, you can probably appreciate this. I believe this is a true story, but I haven't been able to confirm it.
"Scientists at NASA have developed a gun built specifically to launch dead chickens at the windshields of airliners, military jests, and the space shuttle, all travelling at maximum velocity. The idea is to simulate the frequent incidents of collisions with airborne fowl to test the strength of the windshields.
British engineers heard about the gun and were eager to test it on the windshields of their new high-speed trains. Arrangements were made. But when the gun was fired, the engineers stood shocked as the chicken hurted out of the barel, crashed into the shatterproof shield, smashed it to smithereens, crashed through the control console, snapped the engineer's backrest in two and embedded itself in the back wall of the cabin.
Horrified Britons sent NASA the disaterous results of the experiment, along with the designs of the windshield, and begged US scientists for suggestions. NASA's response was just one sentence, "Thaw the chicken." "
Tom