In a nutshell

Space, the final frontier...

One day they'll think up something new.
Perhaps next Friday, but don't get your hopes too high.
Where'd they go?

That was the last thing I thought at the moment of my
final death. Many more had come before and this one
was no exception-- but this one was different.
It must've been Tuesday or Wednesday...right...oh yeah...
I remember because everyone kept saying it was "humpday".
What did they mean? Nobody seemed terribly concerned
about getting layed or anything of the sort - so I was
completely befuddled.

Perhaps you are wondering just how it is possible that
I am telling a tale because you may be one of those
who believes in the old addage "a dead man tells no tales."
I beg to differ...
Exquisite

If you've gotten this far, you've gotten nowhere.
Don't believe me? Just try to make the payments.

There is no structure, no meaning.
Associatively bereft.
I have you all to thank for that.

Where'd they go?

Back to the story...

There he went, Barley-wharphing up the main way in his colon.

Jump.

Sorry, I meant Bump.

reply to post by Cadbury


Yeah, I don't know what end it came from either but the point is, there it is, and now it's enjared in finer formaldehyde, cozied in bubble plastic and sticky labeled to find its way to YOU.

reply to post by EnlightenUp


He didn't mean it like that...

Originally posted by Cadbury
reply to post by EnlightenUp

 

He didn't mean it like that...

Jump...

Enteroretrogestion wasn't part of the plan?

That's it! Potatoes shall now plague the skies of the entire UK for an entire week. Think of the poor turbofans, the children and all the cancelled Robbie Williams gigs. So let it be written, so let it be done.

Cant say what was good about it, but it was.

Thank you Sky!

Thank you Cad!

Explained by: Homebrew intracranial magnetic stimulation at 100kHz, CRT monitor repair style.

Originally posted by EnlightenUp
Enteroretrogestion wasn't part of the plan?

Not as far as you're concerned!

That's it! Potatoes shall now plague the skies of the entire UK for an entire week. Think of the poor turbofans, the children and all the cancelled Robbie Williams gigs. So let it be written, so let it be done.

For the record, I'd dared him (EnlightenUp) earlier that evening to let it rain baking potatoes in Ireland, because Ireland had recently banned the use of Portable Document Format (PDF) under the penalty of forced cottage cheese production, death and heavybad finage. Seeing as how it recently became public knowledge that EnlightenUp (personally) has secretly been in control of Belfast for over 400 years, I thought it safe to approach the man outright about ordering this strange and unnatural precipitation.

*important bumpdate*

My shell just got nuttier thanks to all my friends, crew and creative consultants. Go team!