Yeah…just another wacky, WACKY day! Jesus, Mary and Joseph where do these people come from, eh?
: Grabs hammer, smacks self in head :
This morning I concocted at least…several…killer threads. Even a pretty sharp GQ that would certainly have illicited a response from Cecil.
: SMACK :
So there I was, trepidatiously blundering into GQ with my question when I saw this thing about an airplane on a treadmill.
: THWACK :
“Should be ramified in farely short order”, I thought too mice-elf. But no…last I looked it was up to 6 pages, and not entirely of chaff, but real live honest to golly adamantisms that, yesindeedy it would work irregardless of Bernoulli, God, Newton, Physics and common sense.
: SHIBACK :
woah…I…um…forgot my GQ. And my Poles for IMHO, witch are besides the point, have likemindedly slipped my brain.
First thing this morning I told my boss I wanted to leave early. No dice, unless the Company Closes for the afternoon. Not likely. Rats.
I’ve been wondering if the hub you’re on a spoke of was the Hub of the Universe, but never had a chance to ask. There’s a bunch of us. we should organize a DopeFest.
To keep everybody updated, our early leave was rescinded a few minutes ago, due to the snow stopping, and then reinstated when we all whined, “But you said!” Plus we have nothing to do, anyway. Just thought you’d like to know.
The formula for figuring if an airline hostess will take her clothes off at any given monent is given as ((N_m^3/N_y)+M^w)*I^c/-Bf^t ,
Where-
N_m = narcotics consumed in the previous month,
N_y = narcotics consumed in the previous year,
M^w = money waved in the air,
I^c = current level of intoxication,
and Bf^t = the true-blonde factor.
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I’m starting to think there’s something odd going on here (not saying Illuminata or anything like that) . . . . . . . . but it’s snowing here also.
Weird huh?
Well, let’s not jump to conclusions here. Our snow is white and fluffy, like billions of tiny tiny poodles falling silently from the sky. What does your snow look like?
Look, I really resent the introduction of Illuminati mumbojumbo into my thread. Yeah, there’s a lot of snow where I am, too. But it doesn’t lok like poodles. More like a brazillian six-pointed stars…Oh my God!
I saw that you posted, and I had a vision of you (the Mandy Patinkin version) leaning over your keyboard, fighting back the tears, shaking your head saying over and over “Oh, what have they done to my thread?!? My beautiful, beautiful threat. It never hurt nobody.”
Yep, it’s snowing here, too. See it? Of course you can’t see it! It’s invisi-snow. Specially developed by the Black Helicopter Squadron, Weather Control Unit to look look just like sunshine on a clear-to-partly cloudy day. It’s all part of the plot. Guerilla snow fare.
Crud, now I’ve tracked invis-snow all over the carpet.