A survey of people's unrelated away messages, organized in pairs for humor.
Agnes' confidence : on a planet called earth...
Bob's confusion : I don't know where I am...
Chris' despair : Hope is a waking dream...
Sharayah's optimism : it literally is sunny with the hi of 75
Dave's profession : I like pancakes.
Jin's rebuttal : UGH
Kevin's ambiguity : Taking care of something
Andy's clarification : I'm out killing bums. That's right, I'm OUT KILLING BUMS!
Pete's prose : Today we salute you, Mr. Constant Collar Putter Upper. You, bedecked in popped collar, teach us that we no longer have to live with a cold, back of the neck. Sure, your Pink alligator polo may look feminine to some, but not to the 17 other frat guys wearing the same thing at the bar. Where others may see thoughtless fashion conformity, you preach a higher gospel. You preach of a world where its okay for a man to go tanning. You ask "why can't we wear make-up, and use shampoo with lavender essecence?" So crack open an ice-cold Bud Light, Mr. Abercrombie (or is it Fitch?), because we all know, when we really need a piece of gum, you might have one...in your man purse.