Reply to: Please do the Needful!

[TheVoice]

Yup u got it in one! HP also have the same droids - they call themselves, Tech-Mahindra!

Ah the darlings!! (NOT!)

PM me...I have a nice desktop you can use to express your displeasure

(Amazing what can be done when you have the corporate font & Photoshop!!)

[AZZIK]

Don't tell me - Dementure (Accenture...)?!

Biggest bunch of 'kwits I've ever come across.

The last time one of their droids wrote this in an email I replied that I would "do the needful" when he got an education in English language.

Yup u got it in one! HP also have the same droids - they call themselves, Tech-Mahindra!

[TheVoice]

Funny everytime!

Don't tell me - Dementure (Accenture...)?!

Biggest bunch of 'kwits I've ever come across.

The last time one of their droids wrote this in an email I replied that I would "do the needful" when he got an education in English language.

[Bob Dalek]

He spun around in the gloom and fired the 9mm towards the noise. The smell of cordite hung in the air as the random gibberings of Bob Dalek were silenced. Untouchable reloaded and, with plunger in hand and peg on nose, he reluctantly went back to the kitchen.

"Let's hope that's the last we hear out of him", he thought but his mood darkened as he suspected it wouldn't be.

Bob Dalek had cheated death by using the retarded Chugnut as a shield. The effeminate corpse of Chugnut hit the floor with the force of a discarded handkerchief. Bob laughed cruelly. He often did that, especially when he'd had a few.

[Chugnut]

It is spring, moonless night in the small town, starless
and bible-black, the cobblestreets silent and the hunched,
courters'-and-rabbits' wood limping invisible down to the
sloeblack, slow, black, crowblack, fishingboatbobbing sea.
The houses are blind as moles (though moles see fine to-night
in the snouting, velvet dingles) or blind as Captain Cat
there in the muffled middle by the pump and the town clock,
the shops in mourning, the Welfare Hall in widows' weeds.
And all the people of the lulled and dumbfound town are
sleeping now.

Hush now. AZZIZ has posted a new thread. Listen. You can hear the dew falling, and the hushed Forum breathing.

He spun around in the gloom and fired the 9mm towards the noise. The smell of cordite hung in the air as the random gibberings of Bob Dalek were silenced. Untouchable reloaded and, with plunger in hand and peg on nose, he reluctantly went back to the kitchen.

"Let's hope that's the last we hear out of him", he thought but his mood darkened as he suspected it wouldn't be.

[Bob Dalek]

It is spring, moonless night in the small town, starless
and bible-black, the cobblestreets silent and the hunched,
courters'-and-rabbits' wood limping invisible down to the
sloeblack, slow, black, crowblack, fishingboatbobbing sea.
The houses are blind as moles (though moles see fine to-night
in the snouting, velvet dingles) or blind as Captain Cat
there in the muffled middle by the pump and the town clock,
the shops in mourning, the Welfare Hall in widows' weeds.
And all the people of the lulled and dumbfound town are
sleeping now.

Hush now. AZZIZ has posted a new thread. Listen. You can hear the dew falling, and the hushed Forum breathing.

[TimberWolf]

Untouchable blinked away his thousand-yard stare, turned from the sunset and downed his third scotch.

Trembling with rage, he surveyed the debris of his house. His eyes paused fitfully on the stained Twister board lying discarded in the rubble.

"Bastards" he cursed, as he eased himself into the leopard-skin thong, and chambered a fresh round into the Beretta.

[DiscoStu]

Untouchable blinked away his thousand-yard stare, turned from the sunset and downed his third scotch.

Trembling with rage, he surveyed the debris of his house. His eyes paused fitfully on the stained Twister board lying discarded in the rubble.

"Bastards" he cursed, as he eased himself into the leopard-skin thong, and chambered a fresh round into the Beretta.

Now armed and dressed, he wandered into the kitchen. There was a strange odour emanating from the sink, not dissimilar to stale vomit.

[BrianSnail]

Untouchable blinked away his thousand-yard stare, turned from the sunset and downed his third scotch.

Trembling with rage, he surveyed the debris of his house. His eyes paused fitfully on the stained Twister board lying discarded in the rubble.

"Bastards" he cursed, as he eased himself into the leopard-skin thong, and chambered a fresh round into the Beretta.

[Chugnut]

The sun was beginning to set below the far off mountains.

Untouchable blinked away his thousand-yard stare, turned from the sunset and downed his third scotch.

Trembling with rage, he surveyed the debris of his house. His eyes paused fitfully on the stained Twister board lying discarded in the rubble.

"Bastards" he cursed, as he eased himself into the leopard-skin thong, and chambered a fresh round into the Beretta.

[Xenophon]

Think about my user name and think if I might possibly know that.

It was a bumper wolf to wolf / credit crunch combo reply!

[The Lone Gunman]

he's at the door...

Wearing a sheepskin jacket by any chance?

[The Lone Gunman]

lone btw, not loan

Think about my user name and think if I might possibly know that.

[DS23]

he's at the door...

[Diver]

What wolf?