YSaC, Vol. 1111: That’s 15 for you non-robots.
2011 October 31
Decor – Free Fax Tree
I’m tired of ordering things over the internet, and having to wait for them to show up. Until the ACME company delivery service starts serving my part of the country, the best I’m going to be able to do is have this tree FAXed to me.
Then maybe I can vote for it for Congress.
Thanks, Tammy!
Dan, did you give them the right number? My phone keeps ringing, and every time I pick it up, I get fax tones and sap in my ear.
Glad to see that, rather than giving up in the face of email, Fax companies are branching out into new technology.
They really know how to stick to their roots, though.
Yep. You won’t see those guys turning over a new leaf any time soon.
I don’t know – I think they are barking up the wrong tree.
I seed what you did there.
Sorry for lumbering in late, I’m not board, but I’m drawing a plank here.
I don’t get it. Could you three stop beating about the bush?
I’m gonna go out on a limb and say no one minds.
I mind people beating around my bush.
kelli, you’re such a prune.
Yeah, don’t make us have to water down our comments today.
This would explain the barking noises our fax is making this morning.
Sweet!
*Throws away rake and faxes leaves to the dump*
They’ve turned a new leaf and embraced the future.
Or maybe they’ve gone green and this tree is made from recycled fax machines.
ADDENDUM: Dang it DM! You beat me to it.
If I had known you were going to do that joke, I wood have let you have it.
Okay, probably not.
Well, why the Hell knot?
Might just be lichen it too much not to let it go again.
I think there can’t be more than two or tree more puns left.
I know. It’s making me pine for the days when I lived in the forest.
Cedar? There was at least one left. Or two. Not good ones, but they’re there.
Cedar? But I only just met her.
Oak come on, that was a-corny.
Sorry about that, I’ll make a note not to do that again in my daily log.
Oh crap, I think we’ve run out of puns. I’ve been trying to come up with a few more, but I’m totally stumped.
I don’t think that’s possible–tree puns are really quite poplar. Just don’t be a birch about it.
Sorry, EB.
Damn, now I really feel like an Ash. Maybe I’ll learn to not give up so easily when I’m Alder.
Olive yew guys really did think of everything.
If a fax fails in the forest does it make a sound?
The nearly-traditional Monday Morning Box full of TacoMagic is now available.
Yes, splash me on in the morning and enjoy the smell of Taco all day long!
That came out way less creepy than I intended for Halloween.
No worries. It came out way less Halloween than you probably intended for your creepy, too.
*sniff* Fruity, with spicy undertones, and a hint of chipotle.
All I smell is bacon.
Bacon and sriacha
Catfood and ass.
:checks toner in fax machine:
Dammit, I’m out of ficus! Too bad it wasn’t an apple tree, I’ve got plenty of that.
Orange you glad they aren’t faxing a banana tree?
No kidding. Every time someone sends a banana tree and doesn’t pick it up quickly, our worker’s comp claims go through the roof.
I don’t buy it, IF. Every banana-related injury I’ve ever seen ends up on the floor.
Tonight, at the 40watt: Banana-Related Injuries! Featuring their hit single: “Sliding into my Heart!”
Yay binary!
Binary makes things so much easier. Particularly for notation. Imagine if those Occupy Wall Street protestors had used it… instead of all the trouble of forming those difficult nines, their signs and street formations could read:
I’m part of the 1100011%.
Or should that be… perduo?
Perdue?
Parkay?
I’m so confused.
Binary don’t think on soul brother.
I didn’t realize that people who say they’re “giving it 110%” are using binary until now. Thanks for clearing that up IF.
I give 110% every Monday at work. The other 94% gets spread out over the other 4 work days.
I also give 110% every Monday, but I’m never sure what to do with the remaining 92%.
Lt. Dan here, at the scene of the crime.
“So, Mr. Ishkabibble, you’re saying you came in to the office this morning and found your computer on, correct?”
“Yes”
“Your fax machine was missing and in its place was this piece of foliage?”
“Yes”
“And the page displayed on your monitor was from Craigslist?”
“Yes”
“Mr. Ishkabibble, are you trying to tell me that your tree posted an ad on Craigslist? Is that what you are saying?”
“Well, I can only speculate…”
“No speculating here, Mr. Ishkabibble, all I’m interested in is the ficus. Just the ficus.”
But, you ain’t got no legs, Lt. Dan!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G6c1HWWspGo
PC load letter?
WTF does that mean?
Why does it say paper jam? There is no paper jam!
Not since Gramma Ghostie moved on – I sure do miss her paper jam. Her binder-clip relish wasn’t too bad either.
Did she also make typewriter ribbon candy? That is a rare delicacy nowadays.
I’m getting a message saying I need to be a root user to proceed with Ficus transmission.
Sounds like someone’s got a case of the Mondays!
That’d be great.
Hey, Taco: Show it your Oh face.
Hey Ficus, what’s happening? We have sort of a problem here. Yeah. Apparently you didn’t put one of those new mulches on your TPS report.
*Ficus sits there, growing quietly*
“Mmm… Yeah. You see, we’re now putting partially composted leaf mulch on all the TPS reports. Did you see the memo about this?
*Ficus rustles gently at a slight breeze from the fan in its cubical*
Yeah. If you could just go ahead and make sure you’re mulching properly before faxing in your TPS reports that would be great. And I’ll make sure you get another copy of that memo. OK?
*A leaf falls off the Ficus*
Damn, it feels good to be a Moraceae.
Pulp Ficus
The decor is a Lie.
Silly potted plants always ready to be lit up. Next I suppose they’ll requisition Doritos and Mountain Dew.
It’s also useful for hanging up your fux fur coat.
I wonder how many fux are needed for a fur coat?
That’s a faux fox faux fur coat, and calling it fux fur is definitely a fox pass.
Taco, please accept this Punchity Punch Punch with all the sincerity I can fake at zero dark thirty in the morning!
Good Morning, Alexander Bain!