Death comes for us all (a melodramatic haiku of retirement)
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guts and garters

It's all fun and games until someone loses molecular cohesion.

Tuesday, December 04, 2001

Hm: I talk to more than my computer. I talk to the telephone as well. And even, occasionally, a fax.
Me: I've been known to talk to vacuum cleaners. Usually while kicking them.
Hm: Hey, don't hurt my friends!
Me: Oh, you wouldn't be friends with these vacuum cleaners. They're bad.
Hm: They come from the wrong side of convo, huh?
Me: Yep. And they hang out with rogue irons and those Birko kettles we're not allowed to use.
Hm: Ew. Irons.
Me: Told you they weren't your sort of appliance.

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