

At my fist big boy job my dad sent me one that locked out my keyboard and mouse then cranked the volume to 100% as it yelled “hey everyone, I’m watching porno over here” followed by a super loud moan. It was a quiet call center too. That moment still haunts my dreams.





Core memory unlocked. We had the yellow/orange ones in our back yard. I don’t know who showed me or why, but I knew how to squeeze that one drop of honey. Showed my daughters by making the dragon “talk” and from that day on, I never saw a flowering blossoms ever again.