Remember my chair? The one with a leak? Well, it doesn’t leak now, not since Björn tried to adjust it. Instead, it broke even more. The back was useless as it provided no stop, lean back and you suddenly look at the ceiling. However, with the help of something from my small toolkit – an awl—and some rope I fixed that. Of course, now there’s almost no suspension at all, but at least I can lean back.

It looks something like this:

Comments

1. Right now Lind is thinking; “Phew! Thank God it’s not tape!”
   — Tommy    (@ 21. September 2004, 08:22)
2. Yupp.
   — Nicklas    (@ 21. September 2004, 12:42)
3. Nicklas: Let me guess; you got an unhealthy and also somewhat perverse fixation to scotch tape that makes you dress up in it go out into the Ryssby woods and howl like a hamster every time you’re visiting your old neighborhood?
   — Boo    (@ 21. September 2004, 17:00)
4. Boo: Pretty close, yes. There was this unfortunate accident when Nicklas taped all the houses and all the people in Ryssby together. They had to get help from U.N. to cut us free. Seventeen people (mostly senior, including the town’s priest), fortyfive kittens and two cows died. Three barns and the Postoffice couldn’t be saved and had to be burned down. Ever since that, he’s not allowed to use tape.
   — Tommy    (@ 22. September 2004, 08:53)
5. Tommy: I still maintain it’s an unfain trail and the judge was bribed by the Save Kittens and Priests Foundation. It was collateral damage for a good cause damnit!
   — Nicklas    (@ 22. September 2004, 14:32)
6. Poor cows…
   — Boo    (@ 22. September 2004, 15:45)
7. “Collateral damage” my ass. You taped my dick to a fucking gravestone, you sick bastard!
   — Tommy    (@ 22. September 2004, 16:25)
8. Well, why did you wave your dick around like that in the middle of a fuckin’ graveyard? I wonder who’s the sick bastard here…
   — Nicklas    (@ 22. September 2004, 17:15)

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