In this image, captured by a traffic-control etcher, the elderly party in the zorb is tearing along like the clappers, as you can see from how rapidly the witness at the right is turning his head. Yet he is paying no attention where he going, completely distracted by the conversation he is having with the sock monkey on his right shoulder and the bear emerging from his left hip. The small child at the left is toast.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Nice Things. Why we Can't Have Them
The popularity of zorb-riding during the 1620s was short-lived, owing to lax safety standards and the lack of an overall licensing board. Many Zorb operators were willing to hire out the equipment to geriatric thrill-seekers without bothering to check their customers' reaction speed or attentiveness. This led to a series of horrific crashes, with little effect from a 1616 law that all zorbs should be preceded by a man waving a red flag and riding in another zorb, until Emperor Rudolf II tired of the scandals and banned the entire industry.
In this image, captured by a traffic-control etcher, the elderly party in the zorb is tearing along like the clappers, as you can see from how rapidly the witness at the right is turning his head. Yet he is paying no attention where he going, completely distracted by the conversation he is having with the sock monkey on his right shoulder and the bear emerging from his left hip. The small child at the left is toast.
In this image, captured by a traffic-control etcher, the elderly party in the zorb is tearing along like the clappers, as you can see from how rapidly the witness at the right is turning his head. Yet he is paying no attention where he going, completely distracted by the conversation he is having with the sock monkey on his right shoulder and the bear emerging from his left hip. The small child at the left is toast.
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...tire tracks clearly indicate earlier traffic incidents...
the child may be toast, but has been working out, and I suspect shenanigans
disappointing absence of rocks
Well, the fact that plastic hadn't been invented was also a factor. Even the greatest glass-blowers of Murano could not make zorbi that would last more than one ride- one traumatic ride.
I stopped reading when the rocks were absented.
grallol, that's how we roll laughing drunk as bro.
Next you people will be wanting drag-and-drop rocks with which to decorate the pictures. It's probably not a good idea to encourage you.
we hunger for the rocks...
Perhaps Amadeus will be able to rock you. I'm off to the pub.
...yes, that's just like you blog proprietors!... off to the pub!.. and we're left here to deal with zorb-maimed children, lizard-enhanced seniors and siamese triplets joined at the skull...
(mutter, mutter, mutter....)
(I have my own rocks, by the way)
Smut Clyde said...
Perhaps Amadeus will be able to rock you. I'm off to the pub.
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Next you people will be wanting drag-and-drop rocks with which to decorate the pictures.
Those who perambulate in glass zorbs shouldn't drop rocks.
...rocks thrown out of zorb...
poloba; a mess, a disaster, a bad poloba over egged.
I imagine a zorb-by shooting would be hard to pull off in a glass zorb.
The getaway would be the hard part.
No zorb-by shootings. Just zorb-ons. Sonic the hedgehog was an early innovator in zorbic transformation.
It is madness to take a sock-monkey into a Zorb, unless there are bananas in there.
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