Tash,
You and I were the only ones in the elevator to the summit of Mount Everest in the Nepalese summer of 1986. The cable snagged and we were trapped for a year, while mountain maintenance attended to a cockroach infestation at the summit.
We bonded over jovial lines of dialogue about the escalating price of rocket fuel for our jetpacks, whether the Llamas would win the Super Bowl, and whether or not M*A*S*H* was actually set in space.
You hummed a delicious ditty about your fear of velcro while I strummed John Denver tunes on a three stringed uke. We never made it to the summit because it was blown up by Al Queda the following Smarch. But we've been close ever since.
Now which one are you again?
Now which one are you again?
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David,
We met on a deep sea expedition to recover the remains of the Millennium Falcon after it was struck by an iceberg, killing all 4 midgets on board i.e. 2 real people.
We suddenly ran out of oxygen, when you remembered that there were pockets of air in the Kinder Buenos we had brought down with us.
We made it to the surface alive but the substitution of clean breathing air for wafer flavoured air caused slight brain damage and made us forget the whole horrible experience ever happened.
We met on a deep sea expedition to recover the remains of the Millennium Falcon after it was struck by an iceberg, killing all 4 midgets on board i.e. 2 real people.
We suddenly ran out of oxygen, when you remembered that there were pockets of air in the Kinder Buenos we had brought down with us.
We made it to the surface alive but the substitution of clean breathing air for wafer flavoured air caused slight brain damage and made us forget the whole horrible experience ever happened.
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Kirk,
We met at an audition for a new breakfast radio show 5PM weekdays. We bantered and gave out icy cold cans of Coke to Mormons then took them back when they said they couldn't pay for them.
Our news presenter was a salamander named Jeneane who had difficulty pronouncing the letter 9. One time, Jeneane showed up to work drunk and claiming she was now to be called "Rod Young", so we had to share the news duties that day.
We've never looked back. We're now the top rating breakfast radio program for people listening to the internet on the way home from yoga.
We met at an audition for a new breakfast radio show 5PM weekdays. We bantered and gave out icy cold cans of Coke to Mormons then took them back when they said they couldn't pay for them.
Our news presenter was a salamander named Jeneane who had difficulty pronouncing the letter 9. One time, Jeneane showed up to work drunk and claiming she was now to be called "Rod Young", so we had to share the news duties that day.
We've never looked back. We're now the top rating breakfast radio program for people listening to the internet on the way home from yoga.
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Thanks, mates. It's people like you who keep me grounded in reality.
