Story by Sandshoe.
AI is no chook raffle.
“Won’t get off the ground.”
Sandy and Gordon were gettin’ another earful. Gordon got cocky. Instead of keepin’
strictly in time with the karaoke-singin’-to-Gordon, he went out on a limb preachin’ AI well under the stormy weather.
“What happened to Blame it on the Bossy Nova? Tell us moa, and when, now” yelled out the patrons bit under the stormy weather.
Cue the protestors.
“ALL ducks are quackers.”
“Big statement. Right on.”
Everyone in the crowd started feinting, yeah, imaginary boxing moves in the air and proved they were replaced by AI robots spoilin’ for a setup. “Go, you young turkies”, they chanted. They tick and tocked all over the place. It’s virtual reality noiseworks. Made to sound like bangin’ out a good story on a typewriter. I think not. I miss the sound of the carriage return.
(Carriage return).
Yes, this is me and my name’s Shoe and I’m here to help.
“Nah, it’s untrue.” Gordon was unusually loud for a man and woman of science. He looked same as the tablecloth with Sandy’s beer that fell accidental on him in the name of science. Which was when Sandy threw it at Babel. More beer per chook more production.
Babel was already the best layer. Sandy’s judgement was affected by cosmicness and
the lightness, Merv had too much to do to be affected, he had to run a pub. He kept saying it into the mirror behind the bar. He got Angler and Gib back from Hornsby. Someone did because they are both round the place.
Mangled, melodic mountains rock.
So Merv put up with a lot of addressin’ himself in the mirror. Granny was brewin’ up a sunny day. Foodge helped Granny titrate.
It’s a full-on battle now. AI reckons the brewin’ is not a generic statement of factual engagement, but a politico-fraco-fungal statement revealin’ unrest and the cellar is a metaphor.
Nice try.
Granny’s brewin’ be buggered it’s simple and it’s science. Sandy’s spewin’ about Babel pooping in his beer it’s that simple be buggered not a lot of science. Ok, Gord is the
whole works, reality speakin’ in a runny eggshell. AI test checked Gordon O’Donnell as she and he.
Yeah, hahaha, likely story and we won’t fall for it. We’re too sofistickated.
Therese Trouserzoff said:
I wonder what’s beneath the princess layer. Top pun !
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sandshoe said:
Princess Layer wins Best Dressed Chook. She so wearable.
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Big M said:
Nah, Artificial Insemination takes all of the fun out of it!!
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Big M said:
The universal panacea for a gay bull.
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Mark said:
Vote yes for more beer.
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Big M said:
Is it a postal vote?
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sandshoe said:
Is that even a thing? A pub with more beer?
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Big M said:
AI, AI, AI, oy, oy oy!!
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sandshoe said:
We may pay patrons who barrack. It’s very wonderful. 🙂
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Yvonne said:
I think I’ll wait for the movie.
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sandshoe said:
Remember the Classic Comics? We might go down that road…
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vivienne29 said:
I think that went over my head.
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sandshoe said:
On this great day?
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vivienne29 said:
Head too full Shoe. What a day. Couldn’t concentrate on anything else.
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sandshoe said:
Totally. Someone wanted me to talk about Manus. That was an island too far on a day like yesterday. Everything immediate intensified. All good. We’ll catch up.
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