Posted on 04/26/2013 5:47:59 AM PDT by Lucky9teen
I used to love when the word processing system would crash and the IT guy (singular in those days) would come around and advise us it would be a while before the Wang was back up. (I’m old enough to recall when IBM Selectrics were waaaay cool).
We'd have to toggle in about 14 instructions from the front panel before the computer could read from the paper-tape reader and load BASIC.
<sigh>Those were the days.
An argument is a series of connected statements intended to establish a position. It isn’t just contradiction.
Wait - have we started again?
You stupid git! I meant how long is it we’ve been in the lifeboat! You’ve destroyed the atmosphere now; we’ll have to start again.
Me. I can.
Still no sign of land. How long is it?
I watched 4 straight episodes when my nephew wanted to show us all what an amazingly funny show it was.
Needless to say, it didn't exactly grab me.
“I’m done for. I’ve got a gamy leg, I’ll never make it, but some of you might. So... you’d better eat me.”
“Eat you, sir?”
“Yes, eat me.”
“Ewww! With a gamy leg?”
“You needn’t eat the leg, Thompson; there’s still plenty of good meat left. Look at that arm!”
“It’s not just the leg, sir, it’s just that...”
“What is it? Why don’t you want to eat me?”
“Well... I’d rather eat Johnson, sir.”
Oh, YGBSM!!!!!
Are you suggesting that we eat my mum?
Look, we’ll eat your mum and if you feel a bit guilty afterwards, we’ll dig a grave and you can throw up into it.
good times...... good times......
You were lucky!!
Argee’s mum used to be a foot taller...
Heartlander posted the original link, but it wasn’t working, so I fixed the link and reposted it.
Heartlander should get the comments about and credit for posting the YouTube vid.
Right.... I used to have to get up in the morning at 9:30 at night, half an hour before I went to bed, drink a cup of sulfuric acid, work 24 hours a day at the mill AND pay the mill owner for permission to work, and then when we got home our mum and our dad would kill us and dance about on our graves singing glory hallelujah!
I remember getting in trouble in my first grade math class the first time I tried to count to 21.
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