The Machine continues to to taunt me with its amazing voice over options and sundry.
It has a 'Good News' voice, (it sings dude, it sings) and 'Albert' sounds like he's choking the chicken.
3RM came over for a game of Shithead.
To which: (Typing furiously)
Albert: Why. Are. You. Wearing. An. Eastern. German. Flag. On. Your. Coat?
3rm: I refuse to communicate with you through a Stephen Hawking -style voice synthesizer.
(More typing furiously, fuck I wish I could touch type)
Albert: I.Am. Not. A. Vocolator. I.Am. Simply. A. Medium. Communicating. Peas'. Thoughts.
Albert: This. Is. The. Age. Of. Technology. Get. With. The. Programme......Pimp. Daddy.
OK. I. Will. Do. You. A. Fave. And. Switch. To. 'Bruce'. Because. Albert. Sounds. Like. He. Is. Constipated.
3RM: Please stop that now.
Bruce: But. Why.
Are. You. Dealing. The. Cards. Or. What.
Was. That .A. Grunt.
Bruce Loves. You. Dude.
OK. Fine. We. Can. Play. Now
Whale and I think that 3RM should be the next Nando's guy. We thought about it over lunch, the guy would be the perfect mascot for a Nando's Twister. He could make a lot of spare cash.
He needs to star in a Nando's ad.
He says it's not 'his thing'. But maybe when the adoring female fans throw their doondies at him, it could be. I'm just saying.
I caught him watching two little Neurofen men fighting each other on TV. The levels this guy will go to watch the crappest shit on TV surprises even me.
Oh. And. (This is Peas talking, not my computified vocolator,) But someone in my complex either:
a) plays the digeridoo;
b) blows his/her nose with forceful aplomb;
c)went to the toilet extremely loudly last night.