Still I am flattered that 0.0135 people didn't have anything better to do except read this scribe's parlous mutterings rendered in print.
Don't forget, you are now spared vapourisation by petawatt laser cannon when my invasion fleet arrives. At first. After that, you'll have to work at it.
Our very good friends the Daleks. Who are amateurs at interstellar invasion by comparison (neh-neh ne-neh-neh!) |
Nope! Not employed by them. Try harder! |
I wonder, given the holiday season, will the ganterpies at work still expect cakey wonderfulness delivered unto them tomorrow when Conrad returns to the office? Not only that, will they even want a combination of cake/biscuit/muffin after gorging on endless sweet stuff since the beginning of the week?
There are the remnants from Cake Day, of course, which are a little dry now after being baked on the 21st. Would these be enough? Questions questions!
Close-up of a chocolate brownie from Cake Day |
Maybe The Ice-Cream?
There is still plenty of Pecan & Pistachio, Baileys & Malteser and Raspberry & Yoghurt left. Perhaps a selection of these would suit. Plus if they melt quickly it will confirm Conrad's opinion about the sub-tropical heat on our floor.
Stock Library Generic Ice-Cream Photo |
That is, once we've defeated the Zombie Apocalypse. You take any remaining zombies and get rid of everything between the head and the legs. Then you dangle some raw brains in front of the undead eyes, and Hey Pesto! those legs will move like mayhem. All you need to do is rivet the pelvis to a crossbar, put a treadle under the feet and you have a power source that will work 24/7 without needing to eat, sleep, drink, go to the bathroom, watch television or play games on a mobile.
United Utilities next big thing in training |
Good stuff!
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