Every so often you come across something so elegantly, concisely, perfectly wrong that it's like a tiny acidental poem. Think of this as your fail haiku for today:
My boss was tired of our wire cutters getting stolen. I'm not sure this will solve it.
Excellent. If the guys in the van had a swearbox, it must have been filled to Greek national debt proportions around the time they were ready to pack up and leave.
No yearly round robin letter from me - just a blog about anything odd, entertaining, surprising or interesting enough to share with friends, family and other sentient lifeforms.
Also contains witterings about politics, society and the economy (mainly from the socially liberal/left quadrant of the political compass), along with a bit of marvelling in stunned disbelief at religion, Brexit and other odd belief systems.
I am not really called Robin, nor have I ever been.
Occasional tweets at twitter.com/2primates
2 comments:
That is class.
Here is one back at you...
https://michaelgreenwell.wordpress.com/2007/07/29/logic-dodging/
Excellent. If the guys in the van had a swearbox, it must have been filled to Greek national debt proportions around the time they were ready to pack up and leave.
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