Friday, 2 July 2010

Cassette players don't get any love

Moron. I know you're here. So write already. (Even if only to mutter a few choice swear words at me and the world for ragging on you during your holidays.)

POST, WOMAN. POOOOOST. -points flamethrower menacingly-

As for myself, I would write a longer death threat, but lunch is on in about T-10 seconds so I've gotta rush.

-rattles flamethrower-

And here's a pre-recorded message just to drill it in. -presses button on ancient-looking cassette player- -skips out the door-

POST. POST. POST. POST. POST. POST. POST. -tape rewinds- POST. POST. POST. POST. POST...

~Mnemosyne

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