A right "number 2"

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Taoski, the worlds first toothpaste tube baby, part time skateboarding expert and "Class A" tech nerd was not the kind of lad who would easily accept the challenge to shave, shower, iron his clothes and join a group of other adventurers bound for Blogadoon.

But, one out of four was not bad.

Dressed in his finest 10 year old combat trousers, logo painted t-shirt and with hair so wild that it melted combs and dumbfounded hairdressers, he stood in the doorway with his iPod phones swinging in time to the latest torrent download. Years of travelling the path of least resistance has left him devoid of any feelings and opinions on the world outside the Internet. Some would say that he was too easy going - almost vertical to the point of being asleep but deep inside him the still waters of a raging nutter ran deep.

Comments

Fella said…
Saddle up Taoski, we gots us a Blogadoon to rustle up.

Now I'm a cowboy pirate.
Wednesday, June 29, 2005 5:54:00 AM
Tao said…
Don't be ashamed!
All freaks togetha...
Wednesday, June 29, 2005 4:17:00 PM
Anonymous said…
Have you seen that new pirate movie that is rated arr?
Thursday, June 30, 2005 12:47:00 AM
Fella said…
Two pirates standing in a bar, one of them has a steering wheel on his pants.

The first pirate says: "Arr, what's with the steering wheel, matey?"

The second pirate says: "Arr, it's driving me nuts."
Thursday, June 30, 2005 4:05:00 AM
Tao said…
Heres some more Pirate Fighting fun.

Take that!
Thursday, June 30, 2005 12:32:00 PM
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