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| Fire Alarms by Jerry Whorebach 03/11/2007, 9:00pm PDT | ||||
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| Are not an excuse to talk to me and shake my hand. Or to ask me knowingly about pizza *wink* *wink* and then explain that you've been watching me take out my trash and noticed that it's full of bake-it-your-fucking-self pizza boxes. I am not the fire department, I don't know how long we're going to be out here, just because I took the time to dress myself and lock my door and still managed to be the first one out does not mean I had any forewarning that the slobs in their underpants looking for someone with keys to let them back in lacked.
And, perhaps most importantly, this is something you probably should have learned in school: a very loud alarm means GTFO, it doesn't matter if it's a fire alarm or whatever other kind of alarm you imagine insane 1970s contractors installed in shitty apartment buildings like mine. Just walk calmly toward the exits instead of forming a knitting circle in the hallway and trying to flag down the one guy who looks like he might know what's going on (again, he doesn't, he's just not retarded). |
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Fire Alarms by 03/11/2007, 9:00pm PDT  It turned into a two-alarm fake blaze :( by 03/11/2007, 9:30pm PDT Do you live in a retirement community? NT by 03/11/2007, 10:13pm PDT You were supposed to be living with your Mum. Keep us up to date. NT by 03/11/2007, 11:57pm PDT Psh, I haven't lived with my mum since I was 22. by 03/12/2007, 1:27am PDT If u lived with ur mum, ur rent savings would soon allow u 2 afford a paraglide by 03/12/2007, 4:50am PDT What of the dangers? NT by 03/12/2007, 7:22am PDT |
