Cornflake wrote:
we all wear lead aprons when venturing outside.
With or without the logo? I might consider buying one if they work in rabbit holes, too.
Cornflake wrote:
That's right about the overstuffed filing cabinets, though - they fill several side-rooms in dark areas that haven't been visited in
years.No-one knows what secrets lurk there.
Perhaps clandestine, midnight tours could be on offer in conjunction with the local ghost-hunting society?
Preserve all reports and associated relics behind glass, and have velvet rope gates like a museum!
No photography. No scented products. Creepy music by request.
Maybe there could be a raffle every year on Alex's birthday - winners get to touch the sander!!
Cornflake wrote:
Farting? How very dare you!
I'll have you know I'm more often humming parts from Die Zauberflöte or some Buxtehude organ piece - out of my top end.
Shhhh! Anonymity!!
Never disclose private details! (See Section 3B (iii) of "Ah, Crap! Doxxed again!")
Cornflake wrote:
We 'ave ta make do wi' dusty pit in't ground.
Was that Byron?
Cornflake wrote:
Often true. It's not so much a filing system as a flailing system.
mmmmmmm flailing ...
so primitive!
Cornflake wrote:
Hair? Also: eeeh, luxury.
I have lots to go around!
Meet me in the quad when you hear thunder. No funny business.
Cornflake wrote:
It's strictly a non-smoking shelter though.
Damn. I was thinking Sherlock Holmes!
Cornflake wrote:
Extra squee for the Great TP!
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