Waiting for the Bonnie situation...

I natt har jag suttit rakt upp och ner och stirrat på en skärm i ca 50min och väntat på att det KANSKE skulle komma ett felmeddelande i ca 3 sekunder.
Inte kunde jag göra något annat heller under tiden som typ surfa eller så, nej minsann här ska det stirras...

*glo*

Kom det nått felmeddelande då?

Nope...

Hela natten har det längst ute på tungan suttit ett "So, pretty please, with sugar on top, clean the fucking car." Fråga mig inte varför...

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The Wolf: Jimmie, lead the way. Boys, get to work.
Vincent: A please would be nice.
The Wolf: What?
Vincent: I said a please would be nice.
The Wolf: Get it straight, gentlemen: I'm not here to say please, I'm here to tell you what to do. And if self-preservation is an instinct that you possess, you'd better do it and do it quick. If my help's not appreciated, lots of luck, gentlemen.
Jules: No, Mr. Wolf, it ain't like that...
Vincent: I don't mean any disrespect, I just don't like people barking orders at me.
The Wolf: If I'm curt with you, it's because time is a factor here. I think fast, I talk fast, and I need you guys to act fast if you want to get out of this. So, pretty please, with sugar on top, clean the fucking car.