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Better that than his puppets. The person below me has irregular sleep patterns.

Looks like someone's going to need shoulder surgery.

Maybe you could just use the one in this shot.

Let me get this straight: Campbell is writing e-mails which he assumes will be for the people to whom he is sending them and not read by others, and people are appalled because his grammar and spelling are terrible. On the other hand, people post here on a public forum every day with terrible grammar and spelling, and it is considered perfectly normal. Which leads me to my question: How do people get ahold of these e-mails? Don't people delete? Do they get passed on? Are the accounts hacked? How do things like this become public?

You sunk my battleship!!! Oysters or clams?

Um, not that I know of. I have put the kibosh on something, in the slang sense, but I have no idea what it actually means. The person below me uses slang words and phrases of which they do not know the actual meaning.

Grab what's on sale and a few things that I always keep on hand. I have little variety in my diet. Eat the leftover frosting or just wash out the bowl?

I can put it off. The person below me writes checks at the store.

That would be a phrase.

Jenga. Hot chocolate or chocolate milk?

No. I wouldn't be sure how to pronounce it. The person below me is not just another brick in the wall.

Who's he playing for nowadays? It's so hard to keep track of last year's Black Hawks. Oh, wait! He's part of the CORE*! He must be one of the premier talents on the planet if they held on to him and didn't trade him. Let's do trade for him. It will help our team get younger. *CORE= Chances Of Repeating Extinguished

Have to miss this one. We're having a benefit for my friend who has cancer. She's going to be fine , but she also has MS, so it's been a battle. Wings need to win this one for those of us who are old enough that we just can't get over the rivalry even if the other team is hardly rival-ish. Let's have another 6-2 victory, shall we? Huds and Flip with the hat tricks. The debate rages on.

Think of Me- Andrew Lloyd Weber (from Phantom of the Opera)

Blankets? What am I going as? The ghost of a sheep? Nah. Sheets are the way to go. The person below me needs work done on their home.

Lava any day. The Netherlands or Austria?

Leg. It will heal. Back pain is horrible. Koolaid or soda?

No, but since I have generally lived alone or with family or friends, I haven't had reason to wonder. The person below me is waiting for things to get better.

You're keeping that Lindstrom guy?

Both gag me, but peppers give me gas, so I'll go with shrooms. Filppula or Hudler?

Flip vs Hootie? Not gonna happen. They're on the same team. They're friends. They're on the same side. It's not a competition. It's not a fight. It's a beautiful friendship; a meeting of two individuals from different lands and different cultures, joined together in striving towards a common goal: winning the Stanley Cup. Competition? Flip is hot and sexy. Hudler can cluck. No contest. I'm holding out judgment until the playoffs. Both of them seem to come alive then. I'm pleased with how Flip is doing so far this season. I'd like to see Huds do more, but I know that once the outside ice melts, I will be very thankful that we have both on the team.

I really don't like the second line. And if I don't like a line with Pavel on it, something has to be amiss. Or amybe myme drunk.

I'd rather do something because I want to, but I do like to keep obligations on principle. Have the worst house in a safe neighbourhood or have the nicest house in a dangerous neighbourhood?

I hadn't noticed. The person below me didn't recognize the person above me right away since she changed her avatar.

It's only eavesdropping if you try to hear it, or if you pay attention to it, or if they are talking about sensitive issues and you fail to clear your throat and comment loudly to yourself about the thinness of the walls.