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Mr. Quick
Thursday, September the 1st at 9:14 AM in the Year of Our Lord Two Thousand and Five (7 years, 8 months ago)
 
I
used to look forward to report cards in grade school, at least before Mr. Swank and the whole algebra issue began to seriously erode my thoughts of latent genius. Before that mess however, I had a good 7 blissful years of easy A's. And with A's came the oddly altruistic free hamburgers from Mr. Quick, the local burger joint in town. To the east, in the town of Washington proper, they had a real McDonalds, but in Sunnyland, on the West Side (pronounced "sigh-eeed!" while throwing a gang-sign) we had Mr. Quick.
Anyhow, I'm reminded of that happy memory due to the title of this post, which should indicate the depth to which I've fallen for inspiration. Moving right along, I've been up all night again, writing a great app to make the world a better... uh... who am I kidding?
Seriously, so I'm reaching the exhausted slap-happy stage. My attention wanders from my code to my Instant Messenger / IRC Chat program. I chat with a bunch of other loser programmers and FBI agents posing as 14 y.o girls for pretty much the whole time I'm in the office. It's like having co-workers, without the body odor. Important issues are discussed and resolved - to wit: No filter found for insertQuoteFor real. I'm half robot. Beep.

 
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7 years, 8 months ago
b00   permalink
/bankick EyePulp
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7 years, 8 months ago
That comment didn't show up. What, no asterisks allowed? How about this one:

--THROWS IN MAGIC DRAGONMASTER POWER CARD--

Didn't they have a Mr. Quick in Bloomington, East of downtown? I seem to remember that place, and I swear they had some crazy 5 hamburgers for 5 dollars deal that I took them up on more than a couple of times.
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7 years, 8 months ago
Sally   permalink
Good memory, Dave. I remember the B-town Mr. Quick. It was as greasy and dirty a joint as any. Loved it.
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