I zone out. Her mouth is moving and emitting sounds, but my mind's a thousand kilometers away, deep in a flashback. I'm in the middle of a platoon of SAS territorials, all of us in full–body pressure suits with oxygen tanks on our backs, boots crunching across the frozen air of a nightmare plain beneath a moon carved in the likeness of Hitler's face as we march towards a dark castle . . . I pinch myself and try to force my attention back to the here and now, where Debbie Somebody is burbling enthusiastically about recovery of depreciated assets and retention of stakeholder engagement to ensure the delivery of best value to local allies
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drimble he'd been white, he'd been black,
Fri 30 Jun 2017, 19:23,
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By Jove! That chap's gone and Hitler'ed himself good and proper!edit: Also, that looks like some kind of electronic cheese on the right.
Or should I say
...
The far right!
Hahaha! That joke was funny!
edit2:
That wasn't funny at all, I feel ashamed now.
Slightly.
edit37:
I seem to have lost the other edits, I don't know what happened.
(Or should I say
...
The far right!
Hahaha! That joke was funny!
edit2:
That wasn't funny at all, I feel ashamed now.
Slightly.
edit37:
I seem to have lost the other edits, I don't know what happened.
discomeats This canoe,
Fri 30 Jun 2017, 21:59,
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:D I fucking LOVE Charles Stross's Laundry novels.
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stuj (^(^;;^)^) GO TEAM SPIDERS!(^(^;;^)^),
Sat 1 Jul 2017, 0:22,
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