Damn you, Microsoft Excel. Your buttons are labeled with things that I love. However, they do not provide me with what they promise:
I have clicked on both of these buttons. Yet, I do not have a delicious slice of pie nor am I getting drunk around a bunch of strangers. WHAT THE HELL.
All I’m saying is, if something needs stimulating by a huge package, I can do it for free.
Due to a shipping error, thousands of hippos are required to take the Doctorcratic oath.
In the interest of preserving my Legendary Wit on the uneraseable internet, I give you a joke:
What does the pope eat on his pancakes?
Hmm?
Papal syrup!
B4 (“Dr. Soong’s penchant for whimsical names seems to have no end.”)
B9: “Whew! I was really worried about that one, but it turned out to be B9″
B8: “*facepalm* Coulda had a B8!”
B11: B-eleven, B-E-eleven
And, of course, O69: “Woooooooo!”
And a snappy Jew beer.
