Rolling on the floor

Seeing Inside Jack today made me laugh-out-loud. But I didn’t start rolling on the floor until this happened:

First I hear a crack which was enough to scare four kinds of crap out of me. And then next thing I know I’m on my arse, on the floor, wondering “What the…? What the!?”

Maybe I should cut back on the muffins.

This entry was written by spud, posted on July 7, 2004 at 9:29 pm, filed under General. Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post. Trackbacks are closed, but you can post a comment.
  • Jem

    Bad URL on the Jack link.

  • http://madbean.com/blog/ Matt Quail

    oops… fixed. thanks :-&

  • Ex co-worker

    You always have been a lard arse. I doubt this is the first chair you have broken. >:)