Seventy-one Zero Nine
There's no place like home
Posted by Sash (Adelaide, Australia) on 15 August 2007 in Landscape & Rural and Portfolio.
Unfortunately, Dorothy, the main player in this act, died in the explosion. If you look closely, you may see bits of her shoes splattered throughout the cow dung.
A select group of intellectuals have labelled the incident 'sheer fucking bad luck', adding that someone with negligence of that magnitude ought to have known better than to thrice clap her shoes together in quick succession.
Other brainiacs, whose relationship to the first batch of pointy-headed idealists is loosely tied to a rival sanction of knowitallness, have assessed Dorothy's actions as a clear case of stupidy multiplying itself exponentially until the year 3162. However, their unwillingness to cite statistics to support their assertion has earnt each of them a black asterisk next to their names on the Club House board, which carries the regulatory ten-week ban from all pencil sharpening conventions.
The action of the second bunch of so-called movers and shakers resulted in the cummulative throwing of arms high into the air by their peers as a visual expression of disbelief and utter bemusement.
The Baron of Sputnemberg was not amused for he featured only minimally in this story which must now grind to an end.
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