The Official (And Original) Random Thread--It's BACK, biotches!! — Page 77

LOL. Thanks Nina. We need more Yanks to boost our tax dollars to pay my paycheque!

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Hey, Nina.

Ellie, you and I have working taste buds, if it's any reassurance. Just tell me it's not purple ketchup, Guido.

umm no Nia...I only eat the red kind.

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I should have figured that you would only eat Scarlet OSU pride Ketchup like a normal person, Guido. Tiff, on the other hand... what those crazy Canadians do when their brains freeze ober.

Recap: The folks are sitting in the plexiglass bubble with a few other inrelated people, and they're waiting to be deported from Canada.

So the wife and hubby are sitting together and they're left unattended, more or less, because the bubble locks, and well, we're busy. Usually people aren't violent in the room, which is why we stick them all in here, until they're dangerous or violent, then they get put into the private cement cells down the hall.

So things are pretty quiet aside from sporadic yelling and panting from both of them. Screaming at the officers, screaming at the other inmates, etc. But they're not violent, and we're okay.

So they're left alone, and suddenly I hear one of the other people in the detention room pounding on the window screaming for help. And I'm like, "ugh, does he have to go pee?"

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^^ That's true. Ever seen those "Thunder Stick" commercials?

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What about thunder stick?

I am so glad I don't eat mayonaise.

the slovenian man's arm was shaking?

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Was there a telling wet patch, Tiff?

Wierd. Make-your-own mayonaise.

Whatever.

*grabs more popcorn*

So I see the slovenian man gasping in pain, kind of slunped, and his wife's kneeling/hovering over him with her back to me. And all I see is this blood tricking down from his wrist, dripping off his fingertips.

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Dang, I have to go right in the middle of the story. Someone update me later. Nighty Nights!

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Ooooh, interesting.

Guido...

I lack words.