On 3/05/2005 sabu wrote:
out of his hand poured
>fire and there appeared a Scotch and Coke which he handed to the insignificant
>figure of the CCP man to revive him
i like the scotch and coke part, but insignificant!!! i am outraged.
Restored by the curative powers of Old No. 7, the dishevaled man arises from the filth of his collapsed state. Applying an oxygen mask (from his recent ascent of everest ;-] ), he breathes deeply of the purified air. He takes on a majestic glow, the power of the good has infused him, burning away all of his sweat pores as he reaches enlightenment. "Hear me, oh impure one. The devil shall cast off his followers, he shall fail in the wake of a great cursade (ohh, icksnay on the ucrade say... anyone hear the rumblings of discontent?) The great light shall redeem you, but you must wash your hands and bags of all powdery filth, and convert your bags to the cause of bolt-plate carrying, a purer and nobler undertaking you shall not hear."
A deep and abiding sense of goodness emerges from this man, despite his fly being undone, and the shirt tail sticking thorugh it. he is clearly a prophet of the climbing gods, and is immune to the foul lure of the chalkers...
On 3/05/2005 Rat Man wrote:
>Ummm, right.
>I use chalk.
i think you may have missed the to chalk or not to chalk debate Rat man... but really, we are sane!... or so the green fairy told me anyway... |