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We are far more liable to catch the vices than the virtues of our associates.


So I am indulging in my angle thing again, and wouldn't you know it, there's two blokes on the roof giving me lip. Thankfully, the breeze meant that their spit kept blowing back upon them. The best they could manage was chucking a rope at me (you can see it on the left there). I did consider climbing up there and giving them a thorough thrashing, but - like Richard Gere sans the gerbils - I am a gentleman, rather than a brute.
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Miles McClagan said…
I've just been coming back all week to see if you watched that advert of the woman having radiation dirt put on her face...no one has ever thrown a rope at me though...unless they were crap at it and I didn't notice
17 November 2008 at 22:16
Anonymous said…
That loosk funny. At first you only see the graphical thing, the blue panels but then ... the tiny men on the rooftop. Men are more important than everything ;-)
18 November 2008 at 07:03
Dina said…
Kinda scary, the whole thing.
18 November 2008 at 07:59
Jim Klenke said…
Funny Richard Gere reference.

I like the perspective. Looks like the guys up there are about to fall over.
18 November 2008 at 11:43
Kris McCracken said…
Miles, I did see the ad and agree that it is an odd bit of business.

April, men are trouble!

Dina, harmless hijinks, just done from a high!

Jim, Richard Gere makes for better jokes than he does movies. I think that these fellows survived.
28 November 2008 at 08:51
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