Is the fabled Harman Honk genuine? Do some people actually
throw up when Harriet Harman and other nauseating MPs pollute our screens? Here’s Mev Crisp of The Laptop Fixit Guys :-
We didn’t think anything
of it at first. I’d heard of the Harman Honk of course, but until our guys began to find
bits of carrot in laptop keyboards brought in for repair, I thought it was, you
know - an urban myth thing.
Urban myth? Maybe or maybe not – the evidence is spattered but
it’s out there. For example, I recently had to type Tim Y*o’s name into a blog post, causing me a certain amount of expected spiritual pain, but there was more – much
more...
Horrible images flitted across my mind as I typed the
ghastly words Tim Y*o. Huge pale maggots crawling up slimy walls, dripping with nameless fluids, viscous, thick as the drool of a diseased dog.
Dungeon floors strewn with rotting detritus, bones and shapeless filth dredged from leprous charnel pits. The stench of decay, poisonous fungus
sprouting from every crevice and over it all the pale phosphorescence of death.
Is this reaction unusual do you think? After all, I only typed the
name Tim Y.........
7 comments:
wait and see what happens when you type in "David Cameron"
Ha! You're not going to fool me into typing it. This is how the undead reproduce themselves.
As well as fathering and abandoning two bastards, of course, in the case of the gentleman mentioned.
Angus - I'm not doing that on a full stomach.
Sam - gentleman?
You have to admire Harriet - she must work hard on being that revolting.
James - yes, she should ease off.
Mouldy old Cathy Ashton, sorry.
banned - buuurrpp - that's my supper gone.
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