SO I still work part time at a bookstore (a Borders here in Indy) because I'm addicted to the discount. Can't beat 33% off most anything.

Anyway, Sunday, I had probably the wierdest creepiest experience with a customer ever.

[Click to view comic: 'Even More True Tales From The Bookstore']

I swear, that's totally 100% true. You can't make that shit up.

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"Fascist Clay was my most favorite totalitarian boxer!" - Indie Rock Pete from Diesel Sweeties

This is the best I can provide right now.

[Click to view comic: 'And I don't even live in Kentucky']

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ken.kaufman@gmail.com

The best funny story I have is from this thread. Enjoy.

My cat's breath smells like cat food.

You've been watching the Simpsons.

Speaking of Catholicism, and even if we weren't, I love to bring back topics that everyone has had enough of, here are two approximately true episodes from when I went through the Catechumenate 18 years ago.

[Click to view comic: 'Sunday Bloody Sunday']
[Click to view comic: 'Sacrament of Conformation']

Those are my 400th and 401st comics. Huzzah!

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This isn't really a story per se but I wanted to share it anyway. I recommend against reading this if you have a weak stomach.

The company for which I work, which is a major telecommunications player, just began a new service project called "Surrounded With Love." I shit you not.

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"And Wirthling isn't worth the paper he isn't printed on."

Can't... stop... puking...

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[Click to view comic: 'wirthbert']

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"And Wirthling isn't worth the paper he isn't printed on."

You've been watching the Simpsons.[/quote]

You're ripping off my shtick.

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[Click to view comic: 'We're Surrounded! By Love!']

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100 pounds of shit in a 25 pound sack.

I once worked in the Australian Public Circus... uh, Service, in the inbred little backwater bayou known as the Defence Science and Technology Organisation, which is a cancerous lump growing on the arse of the Department of Defence. Basically, I paid the bills. Almost from the first day my boss, Liz Weeks, and her boss, Charles Oakenfull, were harrassing me almost non-stop. They decided from a single glance that I was not the kind of employee they wanted (ie. they wanted arse-kissers, and no, I am not joking - the most successful employees in the department were incompetent arse-kissers).

Anyway, they ended up driving me into a nervous breakdown. I wish I was joking about that bit.

Here are some strips depicting my hilarious time there...

[Click to view comic: 'True Stories from the Australian Public Circus [one]'][Click to view comic: 'True Stories from the Australian Public Circus [two]'][Click to view comic: 'True Stories from the Australian Public Circus [three]'][Click to view comic: 'True Stories from the Australian Public Circus [four]']

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It's a veruca growing out of a boil growing out of a tumour.

Yeah... the job that occupied them most was trying to hold together the second-hand F111s that we bought from the US Army.

I wish I was joking.

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