The Lords came to work yesterday

And I mean both types. Ole' Ronzilla himself stopped in, he wanted to check up on Ray for some reason (because being a salaried employee clearly means he has absolutely nothing better to do than to check up on the other salaried employees of the warehouse, not even spending time with his family), except Ray was spending time with his family. It was his daughter's grad, and he forgot to inform Ron of the that. Well, Ole' Ronzilla hung around for about two hours before giving up and going home.

That was one lord that we can do without. And according to this amazing Coca-Cola fun fact (which if it's true is quite scary) we now have a nice method of disposing of bodies.
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I mean ... getting rid of meat.
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yes ... meat.

We finished our daily meeting, and started work, and as Dosman and I left the office, we struck up a conversation well within Ronzilla's hearing range. It went like this:
"Hey Dosman, I see you got to 40 finally, get your mount?"
"No, as soon as I hit 40, a 36 and a 38 jumped me. I ran back inside to get my 40's spells and then pwned some noobs. DOTted them both, feared them and then DOTted some more. Two strikes and they went down."
"Nice."
"And then a 70 jumped me."
"Insta-gibbed."
"Pretty much. Are you in the Barrens yet?"
"Yeah, I'm three bars away from 16, but I got my Fire Totem so I can use Fire Nova Totem and Searing Totem. They fucking rock."
"Shammies rule."
"I do Lightning then Fire Blast for DOT, drop the Nova, let it explode then hit Searing. Mob is dead in 10 seconds."

Now, if I were Ronzilla (which thankfully I'm not), I'd be confused beyond most of a fuck. So much 'net slang and WoW acronyms were packed into every sentence. Which reminds me, I need to hearth back to Thunder Bluff for more Shammy spells and to upgrade my leatherworking.