To which you reply, "Piss off. We didn't drag your sorry capitulating country out from under the Nazi jackboot for you to fuck me around. Now you're going to shut up, I'm going home and we'll discuss your reduced salary in the morning. After you've polished my shoes."
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Date: 2004-12-03 12:13 pm (UTC)OK not, specially since Frenchie wants to have a meeting with me this afternoon. *rolleyes* Blech.
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Date: 2004-12-03 12:33 pm (UTC)my fave excuse is the one conerning static discharges from the magnetic stripe on credit cards...
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Date: 2004-12-03 02:46 pm (UTC)...with your tongue..."