There are fucking Nerds in the office vending machine. 70-cents. E-1. Nerds! Maybe… possibly… if I were going all hypoglycemic, and if the candy vending machines were sold out of everything else, and if the Coke and Pepsi machines were jammed up worse than the stars of Galactic Ass Rammers, and if the 'fridges were as empty as my vapid mind, and if nobody was watching… then there might exist the chance of a possibility that I may actually buy Nerds. That is five big "ifs".

I mean, Nerds are cool for 5-year-olds. Ooh, two different flavors of sugar in one box. What self-respecting, discerning adult is going to buy Nerds? D'oh! That's right, I work with engineers and computer specialists. We are all 'Trek-watching, hairline-receding, sunlight-avoiding, porn-surfing, halitosis-spewing, fashion-clashing social reject. We are geeks, dweebs, spazoids, and… nerds. What better to place to unload unwanted Willy Wonka Nerds than here?
...and so it was written, shenry at 10/14/2004 02:49:00 PM.
...and so it was appended with .