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| Comments on Saturday 3 August 2002: |
| Speaking of end-of-the-world, it's doing a good job of resembling that, here. Thirty minutes of booming almost-perpetual thunder, with no lightning or rain or darkening of the sky. And last night, there was near-perpetual lightning, with no thunder or rain; there may have been darkening of the sky, it's hard to tell in the dark. It's all terribly dramatic.
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| Tom |
| You are safe until the gods show up with a samovar and cucumber sandwiches. If they do that, run like hell. They'll throw sliced cucumber at you until you curtsey. The gods really really hate cucumber sandwiches. A much better joke followed this, but I forget what it was. I think it involved McDonalds (Does anyone except me eat the pickles? I feel they may give me super powers, or possibly dissolve cancer or something). If you should happen to trigger the end of the world, make sure you've got soul rights to the catering franchise. |
| Ole |
| No, the pickles dissolve *you* - but so does everything you can buy at McD. |
| Dan H |
| Forget the pickles, does anyone actually eat the burger!? |
| Andros |
| What burger??!? |