So last night I dreamt that I was either on the AcidReflux forums or channels. shmitz challenged me to write a poem about pickles. There was some sort of prize involved, but I don't remember what it was not. This is what I got done.

Pickles, oh pickles, so sharp and so sour
I swear I could eat a whole jar in an hour
With burgers and fries
Or just on the sly

... and then I couldn't think of a good last line. There was a great raging debate about whether or not I had won the prize because I hadn't actually completed the poem. But I had written something. A lot of people thought I deserved part of the prize for it. There was a huge debate that turned ugly and eventually wound up on Fandom Wank.

I don't have any more idea what my subconcious is trying to tell me than you people do.

Dear Papa John's,

The fact that I can order my large artery clogging olive, mushroom, bacon and chicken pizza from your website without having to listen to your gawd aweful hold music is an absolutey brilliant marketing ploy on your part. Not that I didn't enjoy listening to you repeat "Papa John's, Papa John's" in every style of music (from country to gospel to rock) while then listening to you spout on about how fresh your toppings are and how wonderful and lovingly each pizza was made. Oh wait... I didn't enjoy it. I found it obnoxious especially since I knew people who worked at the Papa John's in my hometown and know exactly how lovingly they treated those pizzas. Not at all. But your website... your website is truly a thing of beauty.

Although I still don't understand how a large pizza with two toppings can be more than a large pizza with up to five toppings.

Hugs and Kisses,
Tsaiko

I desperately need your help.

Remember several months ago when I mentioned that most of my office was going to be gone and I was going to be bored out of my mind at work? Well, tomorrow there's a regional meeting for the office 3 hours away. Everyone is going to be gone except me and one guy who sits in the back. No one else is going to be there. My workload is going to be next to nothing.

That's where you guys come in.

I can't read LJ at work. Well, I could, but I'm pretty sure they monitor what pages I go to at work. However, I can check my email. It'll just show up as me going to hotmail, something I do every day. Any comments to my posts or comments go to my email. So what I need you guys to do is to post fragment, drabbles, stories, riddles, ANYTHING in the comments of this post. Got some funny life story you always pull out at family holidays to entertain people? Post away. Want to write me unexpected Hikaru no Go smut? Fine be me! Just want a captive audience? I'm right here!

Please? PLEASE? Otherwise I'll be forced to reread all of Etiquette Hell and laugh hysterically at the "downplay the Jesus" story. Again.