In today’s “open plan office == productivity” trope, this isn’t gonna work. Right now, I am surrounded by people having multiple meetings in two pods, there are people flitting in and out, someone’s got music playing two pods over.

I’m so sorry. I went through this earlier this year. No amount of watching it happen can soften the blow. But you have each other. Hold on to that.

Hell, Robert McNamara didn’t have any command / combat military experience and things went so well for him and the country when he was Secretary of Defense.

Pa Jabroni bought the family a 1972 Squareback new off the lot. It was a treasured member of the family, even after the bottom rusted out. Dad sold it on to a kid who needed a college commuter in 1991. He was so sad.

Yes, you generously carved out an exception for people suffering physical illness. You have no provision for someone who, say, suffers from crippling depression or agoraphobia? People who are miserable and their inability to lead a so-called ‘normal’ life compounds their problem? They’re not exempt? You have no…

That’s as may be. But it’s still a frog!

Yours is quite possibly the greatest name in all of Gawkerdom (or whatever it’s called now). I use this phrase frequently when I’m in the shop and things aren’t going right.

Only whole cuts of the finest fuckin’ reprobates are used.

And now ye’ve got tae yooose it twice, yeh fookin’ reprobate.

Ma Jabroni’s Grilled Cheese & Mato Soup Lunch

Oh man, the Fuckin’ Reprobate Burger. So delicious.

Yep. That’s a great reason to not contribute.

I’m not sure this is strictly military in origin— I’ve seen this approach at consulting, insurance, manufacturing, and logistics firms.

Nonsense.

He’s going to ask for another one when he realizes that in no way does the statue resemble his lower leg.

What’s the under / over on when Trump will command the smiths to make him a calf of gold?

To you and me, it’s “syphilis-addled”, but to him it’s the winner of the GOD VIRUS contest.

And fails yugely.

The ex-Mrs. Jabroni was a product of an all-girls Kent boarding school (I cannot remember the name). Messed her up seriously.

If they’re going to pay me the six grand and not have to take the car, yes. Absolutely worthwhile.