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Awesome avatar indeed!

Today we synthesized one of the compounds that is responsible for the odour of bananas in school. At the end of the lab I poured some of the compound onto a napkin and put it in my pocket.

Then I was standing in the library trying to check my e-mail and laughing to myself as people passing me by remarked on the banana smell.

 

Hows everybody tonight

 

picture the scene:

i'm driving down an empty highway this morning at around 11:00. the speed limit is 80 km/hr and i'm in my 1983 240D which has about 90 horsepower and starts to shake and roar at speeds over 100. my speedo doesn't work so i drive on the slow side, i was barely in 4th gear so going around 70-75. cop is comming the other way, turns around after he passes me, lights on and pulls me over. tells me he caught me going 173. ONE SEVENTY THREE. i laughed in his fucking face. i asked him if he meant SEVENTY THREE, so he says he triple checked his radar, so i tell him he better get his radar or his eyes checked, does this car look like a roadster to you? and if i was going more than double the speed limit you sure as hell wouldnt need radar to tell i'm speeding.
either this was a huge case of police stupidity, or a pathetically blatant attempt to check out my record for no other reason than he was bored and suspicious (he took my license back to his car and got on his phone, and i got long hair and drive an unusual car..). but then why wouldn't he have just said i was going 95? i COULD have believed him too (not likely tho), without a working speedo.

anyways when he gets back he tells me he's not gonna give me a ticket and i ask him if he honestly believes i was going one hundred seventy three with a 30 year old diesel engine. he says "yes i do, but i have my doubts so i'm not gonna ticket you". tells me his radar is working fine and has been driving with it all morning, tell him he's been wasting half his day driving with broken radar. wish i got his name i would have reported his stupid ass.

 

Just got home from workin my first day at mcdicks... holy fucking shit, it is so gay... I feel like kicking my own ass... the things they make you do and say are ridiculous...

To be honest I can't even remember now... I didn't say any of the stupid crap they wanted me to... Whenever you leave a station you're at you have to yell SIGNING OUT even though you're not signing out anything you're just walking away... maybe it wasnt signing out, but something similar.. im like wtf, i'll just say i'll be right back?

And when somebody tells you orders or directions you have to say thank you then repeat the order, like "you need to stalk angus patties and chicken strips" then you say "thank you, angus patties and chicken strips" and everytime i didn't say it i would keep being reminded to say it, or people would be like "what was that?" trying to make me say it..

WTF... is this the fucking ronald mcdonald military or some shit...

But... i'm supposed to be all positive and whatnot now... so... I guess i'll just go with it... I would quit if my friend wasnt the one that got me the job, dont wanna make her look bad... ill stick it out for a while..

 

Glad to hear that new job is working out for ya...

 

i cant post an image?

wtf

 

they're so cheap there too lol... at DQ i would make some badass burgers, load em up with bacon and extra everything.. i was in the kitchen alone i could make the food however i wanted, but here its like a manufacturing production line.. you cant even control the amount of condiments you put on a burger, you just push the button and a set amount comes out... I put some lettuce on and they're liek "whoa thats way to much *rips off a little piece* thats all you need" lol

 

you an hour later there?

happy birthday my friend

 

west is earlier

 

nvm..i thought you meant boob rtus tv guy

 

lol

 

Whose birthday is it?

 

squirrel

 

Orison tomorrow arty:

 

or now..depending on your time zone

 

True.....happy happy birthday arty:

 

Happy B-Day "Hairy Nuts"...:drummer:



Cheers Glen.