The one thing I hate about staplers.

ShimmyMommy

SatansFuton wrote:

Jesus, how many different types of irony are there?

Ok...now that's Socratic Irony, because of the question I asked you...you are learning from a question. Seriously.

ShimmyMommy

Oh, and this whole conversation is pretty much Historical Irony (just in a shorter time period):

A kind of situational irony that takes a long period of years for the irony to become evident.

Ok. Carry on...English lesson over.

ShimmyMommy

brianlux...refill your stapler right after you finish with it for future use. Problem solved.

SatansFuton

I totally forgot this was even a conversation about a stapler.

The Waiting Trophy Man

SatansFuton wrote:

I totally forgot this was even a conversation about a stapler.

My fault! Sorry.

voidofman

SatansFuton wrote:

I totally forgot this was even a conversation about a stapler.

Thread derailed on the (iron) train tracks. : \

Haha!!

SatansFuton

The image that pops into my mind every time I see a stapler.

voidofman

SatansFuton wrote:

The image that pops into my mind every time I see a stapler.

My old roommate thinks that Matt and Trey really hate Rob for some reason since they rip on him a lot about these stupid movies he does. Especially the carrot one. lol.

faceintheclouds

ShimmyMommy wrote:

Like winning the lottery, and dying the next day.
Like rain on your wedding day.
Isn't it ironic?

like goin down on him in a the-atre. opps wrong song

brianlux

That's what I love about this place and hangin' out with you folks-- throw out something weird, hum a few bars, go to the kitchen and fix a drink or two, come back and you go from staplers to Office Space (love that movie!) to Alanis to forms of irony to train tracks and back to staplers. Definitely an All Encompassing Trip!

ShimmyMommy

brianlux wrote:

That's what I love about this place and hangin' out with you folks-- throw out something weird, hum a few bars, go to the kitchen and fix a drink or two, come back and you go from staplers to Office Space (love that movie!) to Alanis to forms of irony to train tracks and back to staplers. Definitely an All Encompassing Trip!

:thumbup: :wave:

81

i blame the staple contest


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GivenToLukinKP

faceintheclouds wrote:

ShimmyMommy wrote:

Like winning the lottery, and dying the next day.
Like rain on your wedding day.
Isn't it ironic?

like goin down on him in a the-atre. opps wrong song

JonnyPistachio

I hate when you have a HUGE stack of papers and you know the damn stapler can't handle it, but you jam the huge stack in there anyways and you slam your hand down, thinking "I'll get this mutherfucker through and have a nicely bound package of papers held together by a tiny metal claw!" Then you slam your hand down and wake up a few co-workers and as you pull the huge stack of papers out, you realize that the staple got its ass kicked and one of the "legs" is sticking out all bent to one side and your papers are kinda crinked now, so you try to remove the staple, thinking that you can slam it harder to get it through, but when you attampt to remove the staple, it cracks your fingernail and a little bit of blood starts to come out and you know that should be your final warning to forfeit to the goddamn stapler, but you just smash it down one more time and kill a second staple...and maybe a third before you just go get one of those clamp things.

EmBleve

JonnyPistachio wrote:

I hate when you have a HUGE stack of papers and you know the damn stapler can't handle it, but you jam the huge stack in there anyways and you slam your hand down, thinking "I'll get this mutherfucker through and have a nicely bound package of papers held together by a tiny metal claw!" Then you slam your hand down and wake up a few co-workers and as you pull the huge stack of papers out, you realize that the staple got its ass kicked and one of the "legs" is sticking out all bent to one side and your papers are kinda crinked now, so you try to remove the staple, thinking that you can slam it harder to get it through, but when you attampt to remove the staple, it cracks your fingernail and a little bit of blood starts to come out and you know that should be your final warning to forfeit to the goddamn stapler, but you just smash it down one more time and kill a second staple...and maybe a third before you just go get one of those clamp things.

yep

81

JonnyPistachio wrote:

I hate when you have a HUGE stack of papers and you know the damn stapler can't handle it, but you jam the huge stack in there anyways and you slam your hand down, thinking "I'll get this mutherfucker through and have a nicely bound package of papers held together by a tiny metal claw!" Then you slam your hand down and wake up a few co-workers and as you pull the huge stack of papers out, you realize that the staple got its ass kicked and one of the "legs" is sticking out all bent to one side and your papers are kinda crinked now, so you try to remove the staple, thinking that you can slam it harder to get it through, but when you attampt to remove the staple, it cracks your fingernail and a little bit of blood starts to come out and you know that should be your final warning to forfeit to the goddamn stapler, but you just smash it down one more time and kill a second staple...and maybe a third before you just go get one of those clamp things.

ShimmyMommy

GivenToLukinKP wrote:

faceintheclouds wrote:

ShimmyMommy wrote:

Like winning the lottery, and dying the next day.
Like rain on your wedding day.
Isn't it ironic?

like goin down on him in a the-atre. opps wrong song

Agreed!

ShimmyMommy

JonnyPistachio wrote:

I hate when you have a HUGE stack of papers and you know the damn stapler can't handle it, but you jam the huge stack in there anyways and you slam your hand down, thinking "I'll get this mutherfucker through and have a nicely bound package of papers held together by a tiny metal claw!" Then you slam your hand down and wake up a few co-workers and as you pull the huge stack of papers out, you realize that the staple got its ass kicked and one of the "legs" is sticking out all bent to one side and your papers are kinda crinked now, so you try to remove the staple, thinking that you can slam it harder to get it through, but when you attampt to remove the staple, it cracks your fingernail and a little bit of blood starts to come out and you know that should be your final warning to forfeit to the goddamn stapler, but you just smash it down one more time and kill a second staple...and maybe a third before you just go get one of those clamp things.

WOW! You are quite determined!