(overheard)
My ex-boss: I think we should shoot them all and let god sort them out.
Colleague: Where's he? (indicates my boss's seat)
Me: He had to leave, his wife's gone into contractions.
Colleague: What, is that some kind of clothes shop?
Me: Yeah, it's like Gap, but bigger.
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Date: 2004-05-13 12:02 pm (UTC)http://www.rpg.net/news+reviews/columns/fineart10may04.html
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Date: 2004-05-13 12:36 pm (UTC)