Post by grahamthomson on Nov 24, 2008 13:49:09 GMT
1,000th post, is it?
Well I couldn't come up with anything, so I'll let Coben tell you a tale.
(The following is translated from Labradorish.)
"So I got to work this morning and immediately realised something wasn't quite right. I could smell it in the air.
It was an aroma of fuzziness, fire-retardant toy stuffing and sweatshop stitching! There was no mistake! I dashed through the offices into the factory and there, awkwardly hidden behind a cardboard box, sat a huge cuddly Christmas-themed teddy bear! It was mine!
I pawed the cardboard out of the way and snatched the bear. To hell with obedience! The humans chased after me, lumbering clumsily on their two legs.
They said that the bear was for 'Christmas' and I had to wait until then. Fascists!! This bear is mine now."
Well I couldn't come up with anything, so I'll let Coben tell you a tale.
(The following is translated from Labradorish.)
"So I got to work this morning and immediately realised something wasn't quite right. I could smell it in the air.
It was an aroma of fuzziness, fire-retardant toy stuffing and sweatshop stitching! There was no mistake! I dashed through the offices into the factory and there, awkwardly hidden behind a cardboard box, sat a huge cuddly Christmas-themed teddy bear! It was mine!
I pawed the cardboard out of the way and snatched the bear. To hell with obedience! The humans chased after me, lumbering clumsily on their two legs.
They said that the bear was for 'Christmas' and I had to wait until then. Fascists!! This bear is mine now."
