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EV and fords' holiday log >>
. As I think I read what I think I read somebody'd better get me the thorazine.
Imelda Marcos is f*cking in heaven, f*cking in heaven, f*cking in, f*cking in, f*cking in heaven
I clicked on that link.
for which I hold you, the so-called 'doctor' responsible.
For on the instrument of my destruction, the link was indeed clicked.
And apon clicking did a page then appear.
With flashing lights and marzapan earrings and all mannorisms of tiny Elk and raindeer wearing tea bags and kitchen countertops made in Spain.
Well, I did warn you.
I wonder who inherited all her shoes? Or did they build a museum around them?
you warned me? when? lier!
Well, maybe not in as many words.
And, not* only* in not so many words, but not in more or less words eiderdown! Not even so much as a you-might-want-to-consider-not-clicking-on-this-link or even a sligh underhand nasty-link-coming-up-involving-elk-raindeer-and-teabags-type-warning!
Blimey, I must be going mad. She's not dead. It's her old man that croaked. I apologize, Mrs Marcos
s off accadentially dropping a A6169322
"It was a non-stop party, featuring politicians, arms dealers, financiers, artists, musicians and the international jet set."
Hmmm... You didn't happen to accidentally drop a flight ticket too?
Oh dear, has reality broken down again? I'll call the engineers.
'reality' which is?
There's a h2g2 Researcher (or fan) who's changed the Doctor Who page
Hmm... well given that Torchwood is supposedly the title of Cap'n Jack's spinoff series I wonder which of the Dotgeroo team is a member of h2g2.
Oh, and I didn't get the anagram until just then when I saw that post.
What's happening here?