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Weird computer sounds

Computer says


The other day, as I entered my office, I got scared. Not because I had a giant spider on my head (well, I had. No, actually it was my estonian haircut, but it looked like a spider), but because my computer sounded WEIRD!

I bought a kick-ass computer just recently, so that I wouldn’t have any problems with my animations and other graphic stuff, but now I thought something had gone wrong with it. It sounded like…I don’t know. A mechanic elk with mechanic stomach problems. Yes, that’s it. EXACTLY like that.

But when I took a closer look, I accidentally took a look outside my window.

Datorn lät konstigt igen

There's the guy who is an expert in imitating mechanic elks!

His job was to blow away leaves and other stuff on the ground. AND to make innocent guys with spider-haircuts really, really scared!

Damn you and your stupid blow job!

Clumsy story no. 1

Clumsy story no. 1

– I felt very attached to my car

One sunny day I was going to give my friend Settie (her real name is Setareh, that is “star” in persian, but nevermind). I borrowed my stepmother’s SAAB 9-5 and in those cars the controllers to the power windows is placed in the middle, between the front seats. Anyhow, the nail on my longest right hand finger was a bit long, so I started to bit it of, while I was standing at the traffic lights waiting for it to turn green. Suddenly I succeeded biting the nail off, so with my left hand, I pushed the power window button down. I hung out my right hand and tried to shake the nail of, but it was stuck in saliva!

As I was standing first in the car que I sort of got panic when the lights suddenly turned into green! By some reason, my brain doesn´t communicate good enough with the rest of my body in panic situations, so guess what – my LEFT hand went down as a falcon, and landed on the power window button! Of course my right hand got stuck as the window went up again. But it doesn´t stop here – then the left hand (I have no control any longer, I just observe my different bodyparts living their own life) goes down AGAIN and violently press the gear stick in the first gear position, and the car starts to move (body parts conspiracy). I actually manage to change to the second gear, before the left hand decided to free his stucked friend loose.

The funniest thing was that when Settie saw my red, struggeling hand out the window as my car accelerated away, she just waved back…

How about some stand up comedy stuff?
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