Bahx3
Posted: Sun Aug 17, 2008 4:08 pm
At the start there was nothing noteworthy to record, and for a long time it stayed that way. Then it came about that there was an explosion of sorts, emanating out of the nothingness that had preceded this singular event and thus representing, in itself, something of an unfortunate paradox that would irritate intellects of vary degrees of stupidity for ages yet to come. As time passed, although time at this stage was still a fairly irrelevant concept - there being no one around to conceptualise it for a start - the gasses expelled by this cosmic epiphany began to condense into matter.
And it was downhill from there on in.
*Ties a barrel of gunpowder round the neck of an ox. Loads the heavy, bellowing ox onto the trebuchet. Straps the ox in and gives it a heavy sedative. Lights the fuse & and snaps back the release mechanism, sending a giant bullock hurtling through the air, over the majestic river Elwynn and into Brookshire over on the far side of the bank, where it promptly detonates providing a free barbecue for the plebs.*
And it was downhill from there on in.
*Ties a barrel of gunpowder round the neck of an ox. Loads the heavy, bellowing ox onto the trebuchet. Straps the ox in and gives it a heavy sedative. Lights the fuse & and snaps back the release mechanism, sending a giant bullock hurtling through the air, over the majestic river Elwynn and into Brookshire over on the far side of the bank, where it promptly detonates providing a free barbecue for the plebs.*
