Screwed over by The Man
We once made a flash animation for a record company. They told us it was brilliant and 30 staff gave us a round of applause. They asked us to stick it out without their name on it. Then their legal department sent us a cease and desist for infringing their copyright. How have you been screwed over?
( , Fri 3 Aug 2012, 13:46)
We once made a flash animation for a record company. They told us it was brilliant and 30 staff gave us a round of applause. They asked us to stick it out without their name on it. Then their legal department sent us a cease and desist for infringing their copyright. How have you been screwed over?
( , Fri 3 Aug 2012, 13:46)
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Not so much screwed over, as crushed
The glories of military research. One time, we were moving heavy boxes containing coral rocks obtained by coring below craters left behind by hydrogen bombs on South Pacific atolls (never learned if the rocks were radioactive, or not), when we were informed that a Two-Star General wanted to inspect our work. I began getting excited. I had never met a Two-Star General before.
I extended my hand to shake hands with the steely-looking Two-Star General. He took my hand, and crushed it, in the manner of heavy machinery. He looked into my eyes, and I could see he was enjoying my pain.
I bought hand exercisers, worked out, and dreamed of hand revenge, but all the experience did was ruin me henceforth for handling sensitive things, like breasties, and the like.
( , Fri 3 Aug 2012, 21:03, Reply)
The glories of military research. One time, we were moving heavy boxes containing coral rocks obtained by coring below craters left behind by hydrogen bombs on South Pacific atolls (never learned if the rocks were radioactive, or not), when we were informed that a Two-Star General wanted to inspect our work. I began getting excited. I had never met a Two-Star General before.
I extended my hand to shake hands with the steely-looking Two-Star General. He took my hand, and crushed it, in the manner of heavy machinery. He looked into my eyes, and I could see he was enjoying my pain.
I bought hand exercisers, worked out, and dreamed of hand revenge, but all the experience did was ruin me henceforth for handling sensitive things, like breasties, and the like.
( , Fri 3 Aug 2012, 21:03, Reply)
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