Post #155429 by finkdaddy on Thu, Apr 28, 2005 6:11 AM

My friends, come gather round and let me tell you a story. I must warn you, this tale does not end happily.

It was a cool Wisconsin morning. The wife had just left for work, and the children were restless, so I decided to direct their energy by playing a little music. As the young ones were dancing around the living room to a song by Tiki King and the Idol Pleasures, I smiled and looked on, filled with fatherly pride.

Then everything turned sour. I didn't notice at first, but the children's joyful dance had been slowly moving a case of CDROMs to the edge of our entertainment center. That's when it happened.

I watched in slow-motion horror as the CDs slipped off the shelf and crashed into the top of a very sentimental Chiki Tiki mug. The mug did not suffer damage at this point, but the momentum from the collision sent my helpless Chiki Tiki crashing into the floor.

All attempts at reconstruction failed. There was just too much damage. He has left our world.

:cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry:

My thoughts were so loud I couldn't hear my mouth...

[ Edited by: finkdaddy on 2005-04-28 09:43 ]