“Folks, the state of our urine…onion…union! The taste of our union is a straw!” the doddering mouthpiece floundered at the podium. The words on the teleprompter stopped scrolling. Spokesperson stormed out from behind green screen monitors displaying the House Chamber full of cheering sycophants.
“That sonuvabitch key puncher swore he’d fixed the glitches in this damn thing!” she cursed irately. “If the opposition hears about this, they’re gonna pounce like they’ve never pounced before!”
“Listen, Jack! I’m gonna scare that damn shrinkflation into wishing it was illegible…Legolas…illegal!” Brandon Bot babbled incoherently as Disposable Programmer 73 was brought in at gunpoint.
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Malfunction Junction
Doing fine but don't waste my time Tell me what it is you want to say You sin, you win, just let me in - hurry I've been out in the rain all day So you tell me 'trust me' I can trust you As far as I can throw you And I'm trying to get out of a shadow of doubt
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Okay, another post with no warning about the humor content. Just spurted tea all over the laptop again. These motherboards are getting expensive to replace!