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Where Lost Things Go (This challenge is now closed)
Socks. Spoons. Car keys. You have them, and then you don't. What is that about? Show us why stuff goes missing, and what it gets up to when it's gone.
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Fraser has joined the Moomins., Wed 3 May 2006, 19:32)
All my body parts,
It was a chillingly cold day in december, when my mother comes home from work, and reliably informs me, as mothers are wont do, that my cousin's lost his arm.
I'm in the middle of a smashing game of sonic the hedgehog, (I'm that young and it was that long ago) so I don't pay too much attention to her.
Turns out the poor twit has lost both arms in a machine breakdown at work. He worked in a septic-tank making factory or something mad that did complicated metalwork, and one of the feeds has stopped feeding a metal pipe out of itself. I'm sure you can guess what happened next.
"Do you reckon there's a blockage? I'll just check"
"AHHH! WTF! FFS! AAH!"
A few years ago I was given 'diluted' cocaine by a doctor to try and diagnose some irritant problem with my sinus'. Turns out they're royally f***ed, and I had an operation to hack out half my nose. Thankfully I didn't end up looking like that god-awful, erm, single-nostrilled woman. I don't think it shows much now, but I still remember going in and having the nurses say, "Alright, count back from ten"
"10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1. I'm still not unconcious"
"Try it again dear"
" 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1. I think you should give me some mo- "
That's the thrilling story of my body-part-losing exploits.
(, Mon 5 Jun 2006, 3:32, More)
One last one before the challenge ends.
This is the little thingie who nicks the teaspoons. I think he
uses them as oars for his gravyboat canoe.
biro-art
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NobbyNobody 21 years a b3tan, Wed 10 May 2006, 20:24, More)
Lame but it's true, damn it.
I thought of 'shopping a TARDIS door in my sofa, but found something even more dimensionally transcendental in it when I went to take a pic. So *that's* where my socks go.
I swear to God, she'll start hurking stripey hairballs any minute now.
(, Wed 10 May 2006, 19:49, More)
Woops, must have left the back door open...
must have left the back door open...
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Peach Motorbike I hate the cut of your jib, Tue 9 May 2006, 21:42, More)
my first post!
constructive criticism would be lovely spelling and grammar corrections would also be nice!
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Sheehan forevermore owes Ttssattsr beer, Tue 9 May 2006, 17:33, More)
'ning all
come back here you fecking arse!
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the wild elk Freeing excellence affects reality, Tue 9 May 2006, 7:45, More)
Where Lost Things Go (This challenge is now closed)Socks. Spoons. Car keys. You have them, and then you don't. What is that about? Show us why stuff goes missing, and what it gets up to when it's gone.
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Fraser has joined the Moomins., Wed 3 May 2006, 19:32)
All my body parts,
It was a chillingly cold day in december, when my mother comes home from work, and reliably informs me, as mothers are wont do, that my cousin's lost his arm.
I'm in the middle of a smashing game of sonic the hedgehog, (I'm that young and it was that long ago) so I don't pay too much attention to her.
Turns out the poor twit has lost both arms in a machine breakdown at work. He worked in a septic-tank making factory or something mad that did complicated metalwork, and one of the feeds has stopped feeding a metal pipe out of itself. I'm sure you can guess what happened next.
"Do you reckon there's a blockage? I'll just check"
"AHHH! WTF! FFS! AAH!"
A few years ago I was given 'diluted' cocaine by a doctor to try and diagnose some irritant problem with my sinus'. Turns out they're royally f***ed, and I had an operation to hack out half my nose. Thankfully I didn't end up looking like that god-awful, erm, single-nostrilled woman. I don't think it shows much now, but I still remember going in and having the nurses say, "Alright, count back from ten"
"10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1. I'm still not unconcious"
"Try it again dear"
" 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1. I think you should give me some mo- "
That's the thrilling story of my body-part-losing exploits.
(, Mon 5 Jun 2006, 3:32, More)
One last one before the challenge ends.
This is the little thingie who nicks the teaspoons. I think he
uses them as oars for his gravyboat canoe.
biro-art
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NobbyNobody 21 years a b3tan, Wed 10 May 2006, 20:24, More)
Lame but it's true, damn it.
I thought of 'shopping a TARDIS door in my sofa, but found something even more dimensionally transcendental in it when I went to take a pic. So *that's* where my socks go.
I swear to God, she'll start hurking stripey hairballs any minute now.
(, Wed 10 May 2006, 19:49, More)
Woops, must have left the back door open...
must have left the back door open...
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Peach Motorbike I hate the cut of your jib, Tue 9 May 2006, 21:42, More)
my first post!
constructive criticism would be lovely spelling and grammar corrections would also be nice!
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Sheehan forevermore owes Ttssattsr beer, Tue 9 May 2006, 17:33, More)
'ning all
come back here you fecking arse!
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the wild elk Freeing excellence affects reality, Tue 9 May 2006, 7:45, More)