
In ancient times, hundreds of years before the dawn of history lived a strange race of people: The Hewlett-Packard. No one knows who they were or what they were doing, but their legacy remains hewn into the living rock of Printerhenge.

On the day before the long bank holiday, we did indeed make Stonehenge out of printer cartridge boxes. For 'tis like a Friday, after all.
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Thu 9 Apr 2009, 11:35,
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On the day before the long bank holiday, we did indeed make Stonehenge out of printer cartridge boxes. For 'tis like a Friday, after all.

For 'tis like a Friday Tuesday, after all.
EDIT: Doh. Missed the shopped bit. woo.
Phonehenge is still my place of worship when in teh pub.
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Thu 9 Apr 2009, 11:36,
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EDIT: Doh. Missed the shopped bit. woo.
Phonehenge is still my place of worship when in teh pub.

Taken as a compliment. I never post on newbie Tuesday. Except for when I do.
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Thu 9 Apr 2009, 11:45,
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*dances around, prays that the printer never jams*
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Thu 9 Apr 2009, 11:36,
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But it was a real lens flare. It happened when I took the picture. Don't know what you're on about. Or somefink or nothin.
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Thu 9 Apr 2009, 11:46,
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It is the actual grass from Stonehenge and nobody's noticed. It makes me happy cat sad.
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Thu 9 Apr 2009, 11:51,
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