Why am I singing Smiths songs, you might ask?
Well, as written and said before, my computer has recently crashed. And crashed bad. Bad as in Evil Knievel bad. Bad as in Destruction Derby bad. Bad as in Leeroy Brown bad. You get the picture.
As I don't have the funds to replace her, I took her to the computer-doctor, or better, computer wizard.
He took a look at my sorry excuse for a computer, frowned and told me: "I need to take a look inside". So I bit my lower lip and in a lavender-scented handkerchief, hid my tears and spoke like a trooper: "Do what you need to do, but please save my baby"
It took all afternoon to get her back up and running and when I got her home, she still wasn't quite well, so I need to take her round once more. So, girlfriend in a coma, yes, but at least she's got a pulse and she's breathing on her own and the doctor told me she might wake up any day now. But she will never play the piano again...
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That's what synthesizers are for...
Good to hear you, son.
Father Zimbob, forgive me for I have sinned; I've had impure thoughts of leaving the whole pc-thing behind, rob my family of a well-deserved holiday in the sun and spend all of my money on a Mac.
Und da simme wieder. Alles auf Englisch; Jungs ick verstehe das nicht so gut gelle.
As long as you repent it on your deathbed, it's okay ... (Catholics are funny that way...)
Catholics are always funny. To me, anyway.
"This is the body of Christ"
"No, it isn't."
"It is"
"No it isn't. That's some edible paper"
"Well it represents Christ"
"Christ, your savior?"
"Indeed"
"And what do you do with the 'representation' of your savior?"
"We eat it."
"Rrrrrright."
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