This would have been perfect if the DHL guy was there to pick up the item the UPS guy was delivering, but didn't know it yet. UPS guy: "Your package, sir. Sign here." You sign and accept it. DHL guy: "You have a package to be sent, sir?" You slap a new label on the UPS box and hand it to the DHL guy. Moon: "Right here, and just in time! This calls for a beer!" You open three cold beers and the three of you toast the morning as the camera pulls back, revealing happy wildlife at the edges of the frame. Director: "Cut!" It is finally revealed that this is a commercial for the Ford F-150 pickup in your driveway. "Halt! You're all under arrest!" says the military police. It turns out the location chosen for this commercial is Area 51. Moon, the UPS guy, the DHL guy, and the whole crew are carted away in cuffs to be anal-probed. The closing slogan appears, reading: "Friends don't let friends do, ah, what these guys were doing."
That moment when it really is time to retire your favourite bible and get a new one with larger print.
"He walked back to his house and reflected on how he missed having a dog. Dogs were generally incompatible with melancholy." - John Connolly, A Game of Ghosts
TMW this conversation happens over dinner: Wife: Hey, Homer? Me: Wassup, dumpling buns? Wife: Have you heard of an author named James Patterson? Me: Mm-hmm. Sure have. Wife: He lives in [name of our town]. Me: You mean our town our town? Wife: Sure does. Me: No, he doesn't. Wife: Yes, he does. My patient says he lives right next door to her. Me: Nope. Wife: How do you know? Me: There's two thousand people in our town. If one of them was James Patterson, We'd know it. Plus we'd be able to see his crib from space. Does your patient have dementia, by chance? Wife: Early onset, yes. Me: Have some more wine, dumpling buns. Wife: Okay. (sips wine) Is he a popular author? Me: Sure is. Wife: [googles Patterson] Okay, he lives in Palm Beach. Wow... his net worth is $700 million! Me: Sounds about right. Wife: Are you going to make $700 million? Me: Probably not. Pass the salt, please.
TMW the puppy has thrown his favourite toy over the back of the sofa and now can't find it - the world as we know it has ended, illium has fallen, rome is burning.... but i'm so comfortable here with my laptop and my cup of tea Oh okay.... sigh... i'll get it for you, you daft pooch TMW 5 minutes later when he does it again
Your puppy sounds like it would make a good playmate for my Simple Cat, if she wasn't absolutely terrified of dogs.
@The Dapper Hooligan, savor this moment when you are the perfect member of the board, with your posts and likes in complete balance:
Five minutes well-spent in the workshop: Iain Aschendale "Cue the artillery" JuniorAssistantMember Joined:Feb 12, 2015 Messages:3,031 Likes Received 0
This morning I've been writing a scene where there's four feet of snow on the ground. I looked out my window and, for a fraction of a second, I wondered why there was no snow.
TMW you get hit on by a girl who's so young you're not interested (not that young , she was working the til in tesco so she must have been 18+ but she still looked like a kid to me, pretty girl but...just ...no )
Some of the older supermarket gals are feisty when I give them my, I call it my supermarket smile. Seventy-five years old, I could have done her on the rolling til if it wasn't for the supervisor and my cat food. But I went home, needed to cut my toe nails, & freshen up first.
TMW your old band's name, the Angry Postmen, seems more like a historical reference than sardonic commentary. Also, TMW when you say something very stupid, and she stills say, "I love you, baby."
TMW you are messing around with the Text-To-Speech app and get this: "Cålvurta understood immediately what Elñamo meant. A war against Sürnatha's people would bring the brutal furies of both Kings Éoring and Îarka. "We have no choice," he said." So... yah.