Warrl wrote:drops a few brazilian reals in the pun jar
Remind me... how many zeroes in brazillion?
Well, the uncertainty in the Chinese market leaked back into both the American and European markets, seeing a relative rise in value for the Brazilian Real as compared to most other currencies trading at the moment...
But I'm curious... why would zeros be involved in waxing down in certain areas?
AmriloJim wrote:The misspelled "brazillion" was the clue. From an ancient blonde joke...
A redhead tells her blonde stepsister, "I slept with a Brazilian...."
The blonde replies, "Oh my God! You slut! How many is a brazilian?"
Yanno how some people have Angels/Devils for a conscience? I have a Dark Elf ShadowKnight and a Half Elf Ranger for mine. The really bad part is when they agree on something.
A blonde walks into a hair salon and asks fo have her hair taken care of. However, she is wearing headphones, and the barber can't do his job. He asks her to take off her headphones, and she refuses. Again and again she refuses until finally the barber gets fed up and takes them off anyway, telling her unless she wants to have her hair look absolutely rediculous p, she will have to go without the headphones.
Two minutes later, she passes out, blue in the face, and slides out of the chair.
The barber, completely stunned, picks up the headphones and puts one to his ear.
The headphones were playing four words, on repeat: "Breathe in... Breathe out... Breathe in... Breathe out..."
He's mister GlytchMeister, he's mister code
He's mister exploiter, he's mister ones and zeros
They call me GlytchMeister, whatever I touch
Starts to glitch in my clutch!
I'm too much!
By the way, as a finishing bow on the whole of this story:
The Machine Shop is, in fact, a facility that is used for large events - concerts, receptions, weddings - like that which is posited in the story.
However, the internal layout of the facility would result in the final battle being more along the lines of a trope-like Not OSHA Compliant factory, with metal catwalks and concrete floors.
"Character is what you are in the dark." - D.L. Moody
"You should never run from the voices in your head. That's how you give them power." - Jin
That would give Glytch plenty of room to play... And of course, John could also melt a large chunk of metal and scoop out large handfuls of molten steel and throw them like snowballs from hell...
He's mister GlytchMeister, he's mister code
He's mister exploiter, he's mister ones and zeros
They call me GlytchMeister, whatever I touch
Starts to glitch in my clutch!
I'm too much!
Problem with John: there's a basement to the place, and it's set into a hillside. (2nd Street is a higher elevation, by about three floors, than Main.)
BUT - I am not letting that get in the way of a good story.
"Character is what you are in the dark." - D.L. Moody
"You should never run from the voices in your head. That's how you give them power." - Jin
A bit late to post on this story, but in case anyone wondered about Justin's partner, Robert Keeshan, here's what he looks like... http://wapsisquare.com/comic/it-went-phbbbbbb/
BTW- can anyone tell me who he is named after?
Rule 17 of the Bombay Golf Course- "You shall play the ball where the monkey drops it,"
I speak fluent Limrick-
the Old Sgt.
Sgt. Howard wrote:A bit late to post on this story, but in case anyone wondered about Justin's partner, Robert Keeshan, here's what he looks like... http://wapsisquare.com/comic/it-went-phbbbbbb/
BTW- can anyone tell me who he is named after?
I never connected the name...that's hilarious.
"The Empire was founded on cups of tea, mate, and if you think I am going to war without one you are sadly mistaken."