This thread is filled with stuff. Which reminds me of a story:
There's this guy who owns a lot of stuff, because he's rich and stuff. His name's Karl and he owns a business that does stuff and makes stuff. Then he sells his stuff to stores that buy his stuff and they then sell the stuff to people who want to buy stuff. Then those people do stuff with their stuff. But I don't think that they stuff stuff in their stuff.
Anyway, Karl was driving to work one morning when he realized that he forgot to pick up his grandma at the airport. She was coming into town to visit with other relatives who still lived in that town. She moved to Florida a few years back because she was old, and thats what old people are supposed to do. She didn't really want to move to Florida. She wanted to move to New Mexico, but when her "Old Folk Relocation Card" came in the mail, it said "Florida." Officials with the Department of Old Folk Relocation came the next day and dragged her, and all her stuff, to Florida.
So Karl turned around and went to the airport. But when he got there, he forgot what he was there to do, so he bought a large squishy from the gift shop, which sold lots of stuff. He bought the squishy because he was thirsty, but then he discovered that the squishy wasn't something you drink, it was something that you feed. What do you feed a squishy? Stuff? Karl bought two hot dogs (one for him and one for his squishy) and they went on their way.
Back in the office, Karl had a lot of stuff to do. He asked his secretary to feed his squishy while he did his stuff, and she told him to bite her ass. Not wanting another sexual harassment case, he sent her to go see the head of the Legal Department.
The secretary, Harriet, went to the Legal Department. "Head of Legal Department, Barl Squid," the door said. Barl Squid's birthday was the day before, and confetti and stuff was still everywhere. Harriet was comforted in knowing that the cleaning crew was just as bad for the Legal Department as it was for her area.
Barl Squid invited her in and asked her if she wanted coffee or tea or any other stuff. He told her that asking your boss to bite your ass would not be tolerated, as Karl had been strictly informed that asses would not be bitten in the work-place. Barl Squid punched Harriet in the face and asked her to have a nice day.
Harriet was a little surprised with the punch in the face. She decided she deserved it, though, but what surprised her was that Barl Squid punched like a complete wuss. He was a big dude. He worked out and stuff. But she barely felt his punch. She went back to her office and found Karl sitting there feeding his squishy.
She asked Karl to go back into his office, because she didn't want to have the squishy food all over the floor of her office. She didn't want to clean that stuff up.
Before he could respond, though, Darth Maul sprung out of her computer monitor and stole the squishy.
"Dammit," said Karl, "I forgot to pick up my grandma."
