I thought, I can’t turn that down.
"Ah still love Vista Baby....."
This is because Windows no longer supports Flash...
Curt & Rod
I get goosebumps every time.
I said “No, but I’ll wrestle you for ‘em.”
But it puts food on the table.
Windows
Got any tips you can share?
Because they get knocked up more often!
It's really scary- I work as a pilot.
Kurt n rod
I told her she could have them. I wasn't in the mood to fight.
They're not doors.
But hey, it puts food on the table!
I said, "Window or you'll do what?
They were out of Control.
Luckily I found an Escape.
I got Home eventually.
Because they were born with Trust Issues..
(facepalm)
I know.. I know.. IT Nerd DadJoke...
I'll see my way out and go back into the server room where I belong..
You shouldn't open windows on a space station
pikachu
So I pushed her over
The difference is like night and day.
They're a pane to replace
But Bill kept the Windows
It’s not going tibia ok for a while
It's a huge pane to clean.
He told me it was the only job he could see himself doing
1, 2, 3, 95, 98, NT, 2000, ME, XP, Vista, 7, 8,10.
I told her she looked exhausted. When you start your day like that you’re tired all day.
A yawning
But I shouldn't be surprised.
After all, years back, Microsoft published ms-DOS without ever releasing an ms-UNO
Because it'll blow his cover
The shredder. They fought with it too much.
A pigeon just flew right into it.
I turn to her and say “I bet he don’t have the guts to do that again”
Edit: holy shit y’all this blew up. Thank you master dads. I feel worthy
You give them the silent treatment
A real iSoar.
crying his eyes out. I said to my mum "what's up with him?"
She said "he's just going through a rough patch".
He was fired for having his head in the cloud.
They'd traded jokes, played pop music, and generally made people's lives a touch brighter as they trundled to work.
Now, though, there was silence on the air. Ernie silently reread the fax message from the Department of Defense. As licensed broadcasters they were legally obligated to alert the public, to tell them the nukes were flying and that in a few minutes all the world's troubles would be over. What, though, was the point of that? To torture people with the knowledge of something they couldn't change?
Their eyes met and a decision was reached. Bert put on their most requested song, a sugary top 40 tune while Ernie produced a bottle of bourbon from under the desk. As their producer banged on the locked studio door the colleagues toasted the end of a long career.
Bert, always the consummate professional, turned away from the window as the first explosion split the distant horizon. He straightened his tie, tucked in his shirt, and brushed his hair back. He would meet his fiery death with dignity.
He turned to Ernie and said in a quiet, resigned voice, "How do I look, Ernie?"
Ernie walked slowly over to his friend. He looked into Bert's face and saw the closeness they shared, the strength of their relationship, forged over the years. He took a deep breath and spoke quietly:
"With your eyes, Bert."
She wanted the task manager
Curt and Rod
Kurt and Rod
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