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Yes I have joined the revolution, finally I have a PC to call my own. Built
by master Edkins esq. Its fast, quiet and it does the job.
Bought for £450, its cheap and beautiful. It arrived this Wednesday and was built on Friday.
Jedi master Edkins and his Padowan learner, young Randathon arrived at my house at about noon. Sporting a computer case and a large bag they entered the room and looked over their task. The master quickly whipped out his screwdriver and began his work. The young padowan watched contently from his seat on a nearby toadstool. I myself wandered around and turned on the tennis for reasons unknown.
Everything was going smoothly. The master was finished, he plugged in the beast and nothing, she slept on. The young padowan offered advice but the master is as stubborn as a mule with a red hot poker up its arse, drowning in a pool of lava, so he silenced his apprentice. He worked his magic more, his fingers moved like chubby eels in a sea of custard. He was finished.
Time moved on and the Jedi's became hungry. We used our scavenging skills to find 6 eggs, 6 pieces of bacon and a mountain of baked beans. We though for a moment and were given tasks. I was named as the egg man, the master was the bacon man and the padowan was smelly.
After lashings of scrambled chickens arse biscuits, chunks of pigs arse and lots of fruit of the loom we were no longer in need of hunger nourishment.
She was finished and crowned as "Kermit" after that great man himself Ronald Regan. And that was that. The Jedi's left my world and went back to a world of never winter nights.
Jameson
@bugles factory
Written by Jameson
jugsy_the_bugsy@hotmail.com
Bought for £450, its cheap and beautiful. It arrived this Wednesday and was built on Friday.
Jedi master Edkins and his Padowan learner, young Randathon arrived at my house at about noon. Sporting a computer case and a large bag they entered the room and looked over their task. The master quickly whipped out his screwdriver and began his work. The young padowan watched contently from his seat on a nearby toadstool. I myself wandered around and turned on the tennis for reasons unknown.
Everything was going smoothly. The master was finished, he plugged in the beast and nothing, she slept on. The young padowan offered advice but the master is as stubborn as a mule with a red hot poker up its arse, drowning in a pool of lava, so he silenced his apprentice. He worked his magic more, his fingers moved like chubby eels in a sea of custard. He was finished.
Time moved on and the Jedi's became hungry. We used our scavenging skills to find 6 eggs, 6 pieces of bacon and a mountain of baked beans. We though for a moment and were given tasks. I was named as the egg man, the master was the bacon man and the padowan was smelly.
After lashings of scrambled chickens arse biscuits, chunks of pigs arse and lots of fruit of the loom we were no longer in need of hunger nourishment.
She was finished and crowned as "Kermit" after that great man himself Ronald Regan. And that was that. The Jedi's left my world and went back to a world of never winter nights.
Jameson
@bugles factory
Written by Jameson
jugsy_the_bugsy@hotmail.com