Bill O'Reilly, it is your birthday! You are 63 years old, maybe! Your friends at Wonket wish you the happiest of birthdays, and many felafels in your future. Bill O'Reilly, national treasure, unless you are a young lady with big boobs who works for him.
Fat-Arsed, Loud, Arrogant Fuckwit Emulation Language? The only language designed for FIGO (facts in, garbage out ) processing? I think the cover's a chihuahua trying to hump a lady's leg. Or a pink fairy armadillo, I forget which.
Drunk sex is never as good as sober sex. Not anywhere near as good. Not that a man like Bill O'Reilly would be able to appreciate the difference. FUCK IT, WE'LL DO IT SOBER.
Yeah, well I dropped my 3 trays of data cards and SPSS job cards that comprised the bulk of my research for my senior thesis down a stairwell and into a puddle made of melted snow right before my deadline. Thinking about it again 30 years later makes me want a scotch. Or a bunch of scotch. Or Irish whiskey. Or beer. But not wine, because then I might end up in a shower with Bill O'Reilly....
Hey fellow geeks, do you think there is an O'Reilly book on FALAFEL programming, and if so, what animal is on the cover?
this must be what todd akin was talking about.
COBOLOL.
It is rather coarse, innit?
You know when you touch spectacular boobs and they feel like a bag of sand?
Vomiting is a climax, in a sense. THANK YOU SEXY BIRTHDAY BILL
Fat-Arsed, Loud, Arrogant Fuckwit Emulation Language? The only language designed for FIGO (facts in, garbage out ) processing? I think the cover's a chihuahua trying to hump a lady's leg. Or a pink fairy armadillo, I forget which.
There is no amount of soap of any shade that will wipe the images from my brain.
Well-played...well-played, indeed!
That would be the Nassau County Police Department, in Bill's case.
It couldn't escape your .NET?
Oh. You're onto my scheme.
Drunk sex is never as good as sober sex. Not anywhere near as good. Not that a man like Bill O'Reilly would be able to appreciate the difference. FUCK IT, WE'LL DO IT SOBER.
Let's face it. He's hopeless at Smalltalk.
You nixed my fun.
Yeah, well I dropped my 3 trays of data cards and SPSS job cards that comprised the bulk of my research for my senior thesis down a stairwell and into a puddle made of melted snow right before my deadline. Thinking about it again 30 years later makes me want a scotch. Or a bunch of scotch. Or Irish whiskey. Or beer. But not wine, because then I might end up in a shower with Bill O'Reilly....
Hey fellow geeks, do you think there is an O'Reilly book on FALAFEL programming, and if so, what animal is on the cover?
Oooh..I may have to use that...