And a hot buttered bun for net.fat. The boss comes by, and I play the game, Then I turn back to net.flame. A Mexican newspaper reports that bored Royal Air Force pilots stationed on the Falkland Islands have devised what they consider a marvelous new game. Noting that the local penguins are fascinated by airplanes, the pilots search out a beach where the birds are gathered and fly slowly along it at the water's edge. Perhaps ten thousand penguins turn their heads in unison watching the planes go by, and when the pilots turn around and fly back, the birds turn their heads in the opposite direction, like spectators at a slow-motion tennis match.
Heads go up, up, up, and ten thousand penguins fall over gently onto their backs.
Consultants are mystical people who ask a company for a number and then give it back to them. At night, the ice weasels come. Matt Groening - As you reach for the web, a venomous spider appears. Unable to pull your hand away in time, the spider promptly, but politely, bites you. The venom takes affect quickly causing your lips to turn plaid along with your complexion.