Well they lasted a surprisingly long time.
And for my next trick, I shall eat a whole garlic bread on my own.
God help the Babybadger when i turn up at her house tomorrow with garlic breath that could strip the paint off a battleship. And then sink it.
Unlucky.
Still alright if I stay is it?
:)
posted by Brock @ Friday, October 22, 2004
This may turn out to be something entertaining. Or it may fall flat on it's arse like a duck on an ice rink. It could become a window into my soul, I suppose. Although I don't really subscribe to all that hippy crap, so I doubt it.
Born 200 years ago after a freak pairing between a wasp and a particularly bad cold, the ethereal embryo that became Brock wandered through people’s consciences gradually becoming more cynical and unhinged until his current physical form was discovered behind a bin at the back of McDonald’s a year and a half ago. His computer experience was gained whilst being repeatedly hit around the head with a Sinclair ZX81 at the age of 13, and from standing outside PC World waiting for a bus for an hour.
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If I'm lucky the smell of garlic will mask the perpetual smell of bullshit. But, hey. Nobody's that lucky.
Long as you like, mate.
:o)
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