I got home yesterday afternoon to find that one of my freshly painted televisions had been disappeared. Gone. So, I'm now one TV short. If anyone comes across one, get in touch with me.
And if you're ever at someone's house and they have a TV that was obviously spray-painted white, politely tell them that the wrath of the Vikings will descend upon them like the hammer of Thor. Then give me their address. My barbarian horde will take care of it from there.
And if you're ever at someone's house and they have a TV that was obviously spray-painted white, politely tell them that the wrath of the Vikings will descend upon them like the hammer of Thor. Then give me their address. My barbarian horde will take care of it from there.
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Re: They stole my absurdity! THOSE BASTARDS!
Fri, June 22, 2007 - 1:15 PMAny particular size, make, etc.?
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Re: They stole my absurdity! THOSE BASTARDS!
Fri, June 22, 2007 - 3:52 PMyou can have mine AsaViking of the night.
we didn't end up using it, didn't need it, these guys Charlie and Erik showed up with their own equipment for Ross Man window.
call me (<––– with aloha hand up to the side of his face)
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Re: They stole my absurdity! THOSE BASTARDS!
Fri, June 22, 2007 - 6:20 PMsome idiot stole your absurdity???
Wellll..... I'll just betcha that it will hold a lot of terror for THEM!! I'll fling my baton at 'em if you want!
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Re: They stole my absurdity! THOSE BASTARDS!
Sat, June 23, 2007 - 2:11 PMNot sure what make the TV was, but it was about a 20 inch screen, with controls on the right hand side that had been masked off.
I've found a replacement already, which proves once again that Odin is on my side. However, the coincidence of finding a perfectly functioning TV next to a dumpster less than a block from my house the day after my TV walked off is a bit...shall we say, suspicious? I'm thinking of putting up posters that just say "Stolen: White Television" in the vicinity in the hopes of embarassing the bastards.
So...Chad, bring that TV down to the Jazz Club this Friday and I'll beat it to a quivering mass with my broadsword. I may even bring a wrecking ball. And I'm not joking. I own one.
