Monday, October 4, 2010

How To Build A Trebuchet That Launches 40 Yards

Monday, Oct 04, 2010

... so I will now probably have to live for a while * sigh *. Why, you ask?
debt is once again my own clumsiness me .......... I sit here in my office getting relatively alone and quite off the excess. Contact with employees is limited to either phone or email and the lunch table. So I'm happy if someone comes along then. Especially if he then also bring something tasty. This time some donuts! DELICIOUS, fresh, airy donuts with sugar all around viiiiieeeeeeel * revel *
At least I was smart enough to abandon the safe side of the desk and bring a reasonable safety margin between Cay and donuts with the keyboard.
NOT included but the difficulty was then a sugared donut, which was very well filled with jam without eating table and plates.
course - it went wrong - you had expected something else? The anyway anywhere sugar is still tumbling around "normal" classification. NOT more "normal" was the slapstick, which happened when the jam suddenly tried to escape at one end of the donut, which was not intended. I, stupidly enough, tried, of course, this jam still fast to catch with your tongue .... was also of course too late .... and then had a big blob of jam in the cut! Joa. Prima. Ok. colleagues could not resist little grin and said, "You're really cute!" Hmph .... If it had stuck with it once! I should have let the blob blob to be better ....
In the hectic search (with a hand in the other, I was still the donuts) for a paper handkerchief I took care not, the donuts came into a tailspin, I slipped from his hand and fell ..... jahaaa .... Logically, also in the neck, before I could catch it again!
Results: jam blob in the neck, décolleté whole (including blob) sweetened good and neighing colleagues!
Ok - I'm sweet as sugar! * * Augenverdreh But wait until I take them with you again Chili! * * Muuuhahahaha

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