All Instruments of Measurement #3

 

( Part Three )

All Instruments of Measurement #3

 

( Part Three )

Dear Carnivale

Brother Justin is a homophobic, bigoted, anti-evolutionary bible-bashing monster incestuously fixated on his sister and the series' main and totally obvious bad guy.
Why do I want to bonk his brains out? WHY.

Dear Carnivale

Brother Justin is a homophobic, bigoted, anti-evolutionary bible-bashing monster incestuously fixated on his sister and the series' main and totally obvious bad guy.
Why do I want to bonk his brains out? WHY.

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If you could have any job in the world, what would it be?

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*Briefly deafened by everyone screaming at the same time*
Ouch. I'm glad we aren't going by volume. Who gave the nazi faction a megaphone?
Probaby professional adventurer, like Indiana Jones. To be fair though, if askd I would put down as part-time on my CV.

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If you could have any job in the world, what would it be?

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*Briefly deafened by everyone screaming at the same time*
Ouch. I'm glad we aren't going by volume. Who gave the nazi faction a megaphone?
Probaby professional adventurer, like Indiana Jones. To be fair though, if askd I would put down as part-time on my CV.

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"My first thought was that it could have been worse, it could have been my wife." Oh Pterry... *is quite literally in tears*
"I wanted to make Alzheimer's sorry it had messed with me." Heh, well, I think if it was a person, it would be shitting it's pants right about now.
Just thinking, in April a friend and I were planning to walk from London to Oxford. We'd considered getting sponsored. Hmm...
"He's found God after years of being an atheist." "I can't find me keys!" LOL.
Volunteering to be in place of the hamster. I know he's said he hates people saying it, but my god he's brave.
Something I would love is to be able to download our minds into the Internet, backup files! Never forget anything ever. Then Alzheimer's could go fuck itself.
Wow. One of the member sof his 'Greek Chorus' is eactly how I imagined the Bursar!
That's Detrius' ventilator helmet isn't it. YOU CAN'T FOOL ME PRATCHETT!
"I'm done. You may remove me from the oven." LOLx2
To conquer Alzheimer's, Pratchett will go to any lengths. Greek choruses, helmets made of mircowaves, having his head covered in blue putty...
This is such a roller-coaster. One minute I'm laughing, the next I'm almost in tears. The man who made all the sculptures of the discworld characters pretty much offering his assistance if Pratchett decides to... leave (I can't even type it).
Oh Pterry.
Oh Pterry.
They have a pitrabyte computer. WOW.
Just... please. Just keep him going until the cure is found.
Oh please.
*sniff*

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"My first thought was that it could have been worse, it could have been my wife." Oh Pterry... *is quite literally in tears*
"I wanted to make Alzheimer's sorry it had messed with me." Heh, well, I think if it was a person, it would be shitting it's pants right about now.
Just thinking, in April a friend and I were planning to walk from London to Oxford. We'd considered getting sponsored. Hmm...
"He's found God after years of being an atheist." "I can't find me keys!" LOL.
Volunteering to be in place of the hamster. I know he's said he hates people saying it, but my god he's brave.
Something I would love is to be able to download our minds into the Internet, backup files! Never forget anything ever. Then Alzheimer's could go fuck itself.
Wow. One of the member sof his 'Greek Chorus' is eactly how I imagined the Bursar!
That's Detrius' ventilator helmet isn't it. YOU CAN'T FOOL ME PRATCHETT!
"I'm done. You may remove me from the oven." LOLx2
To conquer Alzheimer's, Pratchett will go to any lengths. Greek choruses, helmets made of mircowaves, having his head covered in blue putty...
This is such a roller-coaster. One minute I'm laughing, the next I'm almost in tears. The man who made all the sculptures of the discworld characters pretty much offering his assistance if Pratchett decides to... leave (I can't even type it).
Oh Pterry.
Oh Pterry.
They have a pitrabyte computer. WOW.
Just... please. Just keep him going until the cure is found.
Oh please.
*sniff*