― Zen Clown (Zen Clown), Sunday, 2 January 2005 18:01 (twenty-one years ago)
(Zen? Are you drunk?)
Yes. Why do you ask?
(How old are you?)
Well, I'm 2074, why do you ask?
(TIN, you idiot, is now called England! It's a real place! You can actually walk around on it!)
How about grebes? Can you walk around on them?
(Take a nap, Zen.)
OK
― Zen Clown (Zen Clown), Sunday, 2 January 2005 18:37 (twenty-one years ago)
― Michael White (Hereward), Monday, 3 January 2005 17:08 (twenty-one years ago)
― Aimless (Aimless), Monday, 3 January 2005 17:15 (twenty-one years ago)
Michael and Aimless are getting silly here. We need an injection of sanity.
You stay out of this, Matt. I know you're out there. I can smell your after-shave.
― Zen Clown (Zen Clown), Tuesday, 4 January 2005 16:41 (twenty-one years ago)
― Rex (Rex), Thursday, 6 January 2005 07:05 (twenty-one years ago)
― Michael White (Hereward), Thursday, 6 January 2005 16:29 (twenty-one years ago)
― Matt (Matt), Thursday, 6 January 2005 19:07 (twenty-one years ago)
― Zen Clown (Zen Clown), Thursday, 6 January 2005 19:49 (twenty-one years ago)
― Matt (Matt), Wednesday, 12 January 2005 18:11 (twenty-one years ago)
― Michael White (Hereward), Wednesday, 12 January 2005 18:43 (twenty-one years ago)
As the dancer said to the Bishop. :-)
― Zen Clown (Zen Clown), Wednesday, 12 January 2005 19:08 (twenty-one years ago)
― Matt (Matt), Thursday, 13 January 2005 18:40 (twenty-one years ago)
― Michael White (Hereward), Thursday, 13 January 2005 19:00 (twenty-one years ago)