I didn't notice the rat tail....





Nah.... I'd still do him.

Facebook is creeping me out. They say they don't keep your email address or access to your address book if you "add via email" but someone who I just started emailing with just showed up as a friend suggestion. We have no mutual friends and I haven't done an "add via email" search in months. So they have to somehow still have access to your address book.

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I just found this

So I can't tell if that means they will keep accessing your data even though they aren't saving your password or if they just suggest based upon addresses already searched upon as they join.

Do you know that disco song "Shake Your Booty" by KC and the Sunshine Band? Ya know, "Shake shake shake, shake your booty"

Well somehow that got stuck in my head, but now it's a prison fight song called "Shank Your Booty" and I can't get it out of my head. :eek:

FRANK!

So, the Disneyland Twitter feed is getting desperate to find things to Tweet about. It was a deja vu flashback to inane Disney freak postings:

with a link to this site (which I haven't visited - I just don't need to go there).

One of the buyers at the Monterey Bay Aquarium told me that if she installed one of those coin presses in the aquarium, it would make about $16,000 a year for the MBA. I can see why DL has so many of them...
:)

I remember the song but as soon as I read the first sentence my brain switched it to " Shake your groove thing, shake your groove thing baby" Thanks!

I had a coworker in the hall near my office saying "shake it shake it" and sang out that line... I then realized that my boss (the owner) was in and with his door open. I was so embarrased. He didn't say anything but I wonder if he's going to say something to my direct boss about it. Hope not.

We have a little fun now and again at work. Sometimes turning up the music in the morning a little too loud and sing loudly to it. Not for long but enough to put a smile on your face.

I woke up this morning and noticed a bruise the size of my palm on my inner left leg, just above the knee. I don't remember hitting or injuring myself in any way. Am I abusing myself while I sleep? If so, why is a blow hard enough to make a bruise this big not waking me up?

WTF...?