tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110427652011-04-21T14:00:08.046-07:00You Don't Have To Be Jeff Gannon To Experience The Jeff Gannon ExperienceJ. Gannonnoreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11042765.post-1109293477234382932005-02-24T17:03:00.000-08:002005-02-24T18:05:24.756-08:00This site is now a member of <a href="http://jeffgannon.blogspot.com">The Best Not Jeff Gannon Blog Network</a>.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11042765-110929347723438293?l=thejeffgannonexperience.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J. Gannonnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11042765.post-1109212314039627452005-02-23T18:30:00.000-08:002005-02-23T18:31:54.040-08:00I'm a sucker for laughing gas. Always have been. <br /><br />Effin' "A" that was a lovely experience.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11042765-110921231403962745?l=thejeffgannonexperience.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J. Gannonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11042765.post-1109211836454574982005-02-23T18:21:00.000-08:002005-02-23T18:23:56.456-08:00I sat on a friggin thumb tack today. It was the effin' worst shit ever, I swear. <br /><br />I had just returned to my Cube from lunch and put my ass right down on that thing. Facing up into my ass. OUCH! <br /><br />Definitely the worst experience ever.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11042765-110921183645457498?l=thejeffgannonexperience.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J. Gannonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11042765.post-1109211643806205752005-02-23T18:10:00.000-08:002005-02-23T18:20:43.806-08:00Some dumb eff-you-cee-kay-WAD tried to jump in front of me at the checkout line today. His excuse was that he only had 1 item and I had over 200 so he should be able to go. Eff that. That doesn't matter. What if he decided to buy lottery tickets or asked for cigarettes behind the glass. That takes just as long as ringing up my shit. Besides, 135 of the items were the same thing. (Bags of beef jerkey.) All the cashier had to do was punch in the number 135 and then scan only ONE of the packages. <br /><br />Now that was a shitty experience.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11042765-110921164380620575?l=thejeffgannonexperience.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J. Gannonnoreply@blogger.com0