Where a letter can make all the difference
I had a grand chat the other night with my good friend Kirk, on Skype.
I should mention that I have never met Kirk, nor spoken to him because he lives in America, and the friendship is based purely on text. I don’t even know what the fucker looks like! Maybe he is just a computer that has passed the Turing Test? Or maybe he is an alien? Who cares?
Kirk?
Anyhow, we were having a grand chat, when he happened to mention that while out driving, he had hit a mouse.
“So what?” says I. Well, actually, I typed it but you know what I mean.
He then said that the mouse was grand, and he and the missus were grand but that the mouse had smashed his windscreen, his rear view mirrors and put a huge fucking dent in the front of his Jeep.
We have mice here in Ireland, and some of them grow quite big, but fuck me!! I know the Americans love to exaggerate but this was going too far. How could a tintsy wincy mouse do so much damage? I told him to cop on to himself.
He replied that it wasn’t a mouse – it was a moose. Apparently one letter can make quite a difference?
Herself was reading all this over my shoulder and muttered that he should have brought it home to mount its head over the fireplace.
He replied that it wasn’t dead.
She replied “what has that got to do with it?” which is a fair point. I told him to get his arse back out there and run it down again.
Because it is still alive, he is going to have to drill a hole in his wall over the fireplace to stick its head through. It’s only fair to leave the rest of it outside, because that apparently is the part that makes the nasty smells. He is going to attach its tail to the door-bell so he has a nice fancy bell-pull.
Kirk and I have long meaningful discussions on a regular basis.
Our topics are many and varied.
If he came to Ireland, would there still be a four hour time difference between us? Would he have to wait four hours to hear my question? Would I have already heard his answer four hours previously? These are groundbreaking questions, and have never been studied properly.
We have also discussed the possibility of thought transfer. Well, we didn’t type that bit – we used long distance mind reading, but we decided it wasn’t possible anyway.
I wonder if he’ll be on line tonight?
I want to find out how he is doing with installing his trophy in his hoose.
Sheer brilliance Grandad .. love it .. LMAO
Anyone else remember the 1950’s hit “There’s a loose moose aroond this hoose” ? .. damned if I can remember who sang it though .. Ha ha ..
BTW .. I’m regret that I’m unable to accept demotion, unless it has been ratified by Court Martial .. Swords & Medals to be worn (I have both) .. Lol
Haddock – It’s demotion or firing squad. Your choice. Of course I remember that hit. I had to look it up though to get the details – Lord Rockingham’s XI [1958]. Another fucking shower giving themselves titles.
Mooses aside, have you considered the thought that Kirk might in fact be a teenage Texan girl grooming you?
.-= not twitter´s last brainfart .. Do not pass the Moderator =-.
5 hours come Sunday.
Not Twitter – Oh please God no!! Not from Texas?
TT – You are about to time-travel? Bon voyage!!
Don’t the clocks go forward in Ireland next Sunday? Which would make your 4 hr time difference into 5 hrs?
I’ll take the Firing Squad Grandad .. Ta
Given your penchant for hunting Septics .. and given that they still post here .. I’d say I have a better than evens chance of walking away unscathed .. Lol
I remember having a very intense argument with a French student once about her claiming that there are Mammoths roaming around the French Alps near her home.
As if it wasn’t hard enough explaining the meaning of ‘extinct’ through the language barrier, I found it really tough getting her to explain how an animal over 15ft high could fit into a hole in the ground, but she claimed it was so.
Turns out she was talking about Marmots.
How we laughed.
You probably had to be there.
Alps?!?! Pyrenees I mean. I rest easy knowing that if zombies exist, they won’t want my brain. It’s fucked.
.-= K8´s last brainfart .. In a world where sanity is a commodity =-.
TT – Other people’s clocks may go forward this weekend, but mine don’t. I never put ’em back last October.
Haddock – That’s fine. Please forward £5 for the bullet.
K8 – I have spoken to you about this before. Will you please stop raiding my crop. It’s no wonder your brain is mushed.
Crap! This is what I get for not being around for the last few days. I missed this nice dedication to our Skype conversations. Something I have come to enjoy very much. Maybe I’ll get my wife to grit her teeth and actually take a picture of me I can use as an avatar or something. She tends not to look at me much these days as I’ve gone a bit downhill since we got married.
And I am NOT a teenage Texan girl! I’m certainly not from Texas anyway. 😉
.-= Kirk M´s last brainfart .. The Home Race =-.