I need ya'll's help. I lost my laptop. Without a rapid replacement, I can no longer keep ya'll properly entertained. It is a tragedy, I know, but I would not be here crying for your help if not for the fact that the loss occurred when my three billion dollar mansion burned to the ground, destroying all my belongings including all the cash I'd cached in that fire-proof safe so as to take care of minor emergencies exactly like this. All of the rest of my fortune is tied up in an off-shore slush fund called the Kristopher Kringle Kookie Kompany, doing business out of a freighter in the midst of the Indian Ocean flying under a Nigerian flag.
I was only able to post this by using a friend's free ipod to hack into Paris Hilton's cell phone and multimedia message this to my server hosted on the new satellite my dad's company launched into space just last week from our private estate on the dark side of Pitcairn Island.
Posted by Tiger at February 24, 2005 04:42 AM | TrackBackPull the other one... it plays Jingle Bells.
Posted by: Oz Guru at February 24, 2005 01:28 PMLOL ... thanks for the chuckle mate!
Posted by: Tig at February 24, 2005 02:46 PM