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Pimped
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Oct 3, 2005
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There's this car in the parking lot at work that's all pimped out. It's got big shiny rims, tinted windows, and a custom exhaust pipe. It's got a big dumb logo of the shop that pimped it out. And the car is none other than a mid-sized, family-friendly, mature-looking Mitsubishi Galant. Now I don't know much about pimping, or "pimpin" as the street kids say it. But from what I've seen in the past, it seems like a good idea to pimp out a car that is (a) small and cheap or (b) big and powerful. Honda Civic. Dodge Neon. Cadillac Escalade. GMC Yukon. Nowhere in that list is there a Toyota Camry, Nissan Maxima, or Hyundai Sonata. And this is coming from me, Mr. I'm So White The Sun Reflects Off Me. I don't know much about pimpin'. But I know this: A Mitsubishi Galant is not pimpable. #travel
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Office talker
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Oct 3, 2005
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There's this hypothetical guy at work (I can't talk about real people at work or I might get dooced) who apparently does nothing but walk around and talk to people. He comes into my office area and talks to my co-workers for hours on end. And of course it's not work-related. I can't exactly judge him for this; I don't do work-related things the entire time I'm at work. But c'mon. I know every minute detail of this guy's life. I can't not hear him talking. He comes into our office area every Monday morning, and it's like I'm listening to an ongoing autobiography of this guy's life. Ooh, what happens next? Did your wife like the bike you bought for her? Did you fix your dad's car? I can't wait until Wednesday afternoon, when the saga will inevitably continue. #psychology
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