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| Thread ID: 109300 | 2010-05-02 05:57:00 | It was a dark and stormy night Competition | WalOne (4202) | PC World Chat |
| Post ID | Timestamp | Content | User | ||
| 881856 | 2010-05-04 09:02:00 | Then the Swedish Chef fixed some meals made in a melody, but nobody could remember if they were hungry. | R2x1 (4628) | ||
| 881857 | 2010-05-04 09:08:00 | (just making up BS now :D) You're onto it :D Now back to the story |
WalOne (4202) | ||
| 881858 | 2010-05-04 09:26:00 | Ah yes, where was I? That's right, leaving the fighting chefs and miffed musicians I head out back on road. I can't believe I was so easily distracted from my mission. Mattress firmly stashed on the back of the ute, I drive off using my trusty Navman for directions towards the distant hills. That weird buzzing noise overhead is a puzzle though. I wonder what is going on? |
Jen (38) | ||
| 881859 | 2010-05-04 09:27:00 | The buzzing overhead was just a speaker strung over a power line. It looks like the brats moved on from shoes. | pcuser42 (130) | ||
| 881860 | 2010-05-04 09:58:00 | Drat! The Navman is a generic clone running M$ - the buzzing must be viruses circling in the excessive overheads. Hey, Ho, Hup! With a deft overhead toss the evil clone is hurled into the lake while the missionaries re-arrange the mattress. With a single bound LL is beside the ute and hands over a TomTom for beating time in case of warps in the continuum. The mission continues. |
R2x1 (4628) | ||
| 881861 | 2010-05-04 10:03:00 | The new iGPS promptly claimed to be better but in reality had n real features. | pcuser42 (130) | ||
| 881862 | 2010-05-04 19:48:00 | Stopping the ute outside a public toilet I rushed in for an ipoo, feeling 3 kg lighter and several $$ poorer but much much wiser I climb back in the ute failing to notice the missing mattress. Setting the iGPS for Queens wharf I fail to make it to party central.. | gary67 (56) | ||
| 881863 | 2010-05-04 20:28:00 | ...and instead find two rusty old sheds, being kept for "historical purposes" when in fact they have no historical significance. | pcuser42 (130) | ||
| 881864 | 2010-05-04 20:56:00 | Shrugging off the inability of the insignificant to detect significance I peer along the pier in search of a peer. There, that little pile of embodied evil - Lord Rodney! With the crafty utilisation of 3 mL of fuel, the trusty ute nudges Lord Rodney far out in the harbour to the ringing cheers of thousands of serfs. Alas a public minion races up with an out-thrust summons for casting offensive matter into a waterway. Borrowing, a harpoon I impale the soggy little cretin bobbing in the harbour and drag it onto the wharf, where the minion looks, shudders and kicks the thing back into the harbour. He amends the summons to a charter giving me freedom of the city, with an appended parking offence notice for unauthorised parking in a party zone. What this place needs is a robot. |
R2x1 (4628) | ||
| 881865 | 2010-05-04 23:18:00 | and then....speaking of robots, my cellphone trilled out its version of "Mori the Hori" (Howard Morrison Quartet) It was John Key asking me to fly to Paris, first class to repatriate the maori shrunken heads. | kenj (9738) | ||
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