So when are we going to see pictures of the new digs? Whats the new address? Is it closer to the liquor store?
Obviously they are all too drunk to post pix ATM,the liquor store is right next door!
Im Stucking Foned!
only a moron would use Dolby positioning in a game.
why use theses guys so much? l
Wonder if all the cables are now hidden so Skuzzy doesn't trip over and vulch the server
Recent arrival to Fort Worth makes a hasty escapeAbout this time last year HiTech Creations (http://www.hitechcreations.com/) “HiTech Creations is a developer and publisher of interactive entertainment software and are known for their work on their flight simulator called High Aces.” Relocated from a cozy office in nearby Grapevine, Texas. The company announced today they will be relocating offices again just a short year later. Many customers asked why. He is the interview I had with CEO Dale Addink“I went to work recently while not being altogether sure that this course of action was a wise one. You see, the previous evening I had prepared and consumed a massive quantity of my patented 'you're definitely going to hate yourself' road-kill chili. Tasty stuff, although hot to the point of being painful, which comes with a written guarantee from me that if you eat it, the next day both of your butt cheeks WILL fall off.Here's the thing.. I had awakened that morning, and even after two cups of coffee (and all of you know what I mean) nothing happened. No 'Watson's Movement.Despite the chillies swimming their way through my intestinal tract, I was unable to create the usual morning symphony referred to by my dear wife as 'thunder and lightning'.Knowing that a time of reckoning HAD to come, yet not sure of just when, I bravely set off for work. My quest being to reduce our monthly rent and negotiate an increase on our bandwidth from the landlord. Upon entering their office at first all seemed normal. I selected a position in the foyer and began wondering around looking at pictures of all the other properties they manage. It wasn't until I was at the opposite end of the office from the toilets that the pain hit me.Oh, don't look at me like you don't know what I'm talking about. I'm referring to that 'Uh, Oh, gotta go'pain that always seems to hit us at the wrong time. The thing is, this pain was different. The chilies from the night before were staging a revolt. In a mad rush for freedom they bullied their way through the small intestines, forcing their way into the large intestines, and before I could take one step in the direction of the toilets which would bring sweet relief, it happened. The chilies fired a warning shot.There I stood, alone in the foyer, suddenly enveloped in a toxic cloud the likes of which has never before been recorded. I was afraid to move for fear that more of this vile odor might escape me. Slowly, oh so slowly, the pressure seemed to leave the lower part of my body, and I began to move around the area and out of it, just as a receptionist turned the corner and asked if I needed any help. I don't know what made me do it, but I stopped to see what her reaction would be to the toxic non-visible fog that refused to dissipate.. Have you ever been torn in two different directions emotionally? Here's what I mean, and I'm sure some of you at least will be able to relate. I could've warned that poor receptionist, but didn't. I simply watched as she walked into an invisible, and apparently indestructible, wall of odor so terrible that all she could do before gathering her senses and running, was to stand there blinking and waving her arms about her head as though trying to ward off angry bees. This, of course, made me feel terrible, but then made me laugh........BIG mistake!!!!! Here's the thing. When you laugh, it's hard to keep things 'clamped down', if you know what I mean. With each new guffaw an explosive burst issued forth from my nether region. Some were so loud and echoing that I was later told a few folks in other offices had ducked, fearing that someone was robbing the office and firing off a shotgun.Suddenly things were no longer funny. 'It' was coming, and I raced off through the massive complex towards the toilet, laying down a cloud the whole way, praying that I'd make it before the grand explosion took place.Luck was on my side. Just in the nick of time I got to the john, began the inevitable 'Oh my', floating above the toilet seat because my butt is burning SO BAD, purging.One poor fellow walked in while I was in the middle of what is the true meaning of 'Shock and Awe'.. He made a gagging sound, and disgustedly said, 'I hope it didn't smell that bad when you ate it?', then quickly left.Once finished and I left the restroom, reacquired my flyers on the other properties intending to carry on with my browsing when a employee approached me and said, 'Sir, you might want to step outside for a few minutes. It appears some prankster set off a stink bomb in the area. The facilities manager is going to run the vent fans on high for a minute or two which ought to take care of the problem.'My smirking, of course, set me off again, causing residual gases to escape me.The employee took one sniff, jumped back pulling his shirt up to cover his nose and, pointing at me in an accusing manner shouted, 'IT'S YOU!', then ran off returning moments later with the manager... I was unceremoniously escorted from the premises and asked none too kindly not to return.Home again without my new lease, I realized that there was nothing to eat but leftover chili, so I consumed two more bowls.The next day I went to a nearby office complex. I can't say anymore about that because we are in court over the whole matter. They are claiming that they're going to have to repaint the whole building.”
