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Oct. 16th, 2005 12:30 pmOne day, Bongle Twonker decided that he wanted to share his many experiences with the world via Livejournal. Arganoid wasn't too sure about this, but Bongle Twonker threatened to shoot him in the spleen if he didn't co-operate. Arganoid hastily apologised and agreed to carry out his friend's bidding. And so it came to pass that Bongle Twonker's adventures would soon be spewed onto the Web like the scribblings of some kind of incontinent platypus with dyslexia.
After typing the first entry, Arganoid clicked the little question mark icon next to "Security". On clicking Back, he was shocked to discover that his text had vanished. Bongle Twonker was displeased, and took out his anger on Arganoid, punching him repeatedly for several months, until there was nothing left but a single nostril. Fortunately, Paul Daniels then turned up and was able to magic Arganoid back to health, and they all went on to become accountants, even Paul Daniels.
After typing the first entry, Arganoid clicked the little question mark icon next to "Security". On clicking Back, he was shocked to discover that his text had vanished. Bongle Twonker was displeased, and took out his anger on Arganoid, punching him repeatedly for several months, until there was nothing left but a single nostril. Fortunately, Paul Daniels then turned up and was able to magic Arganoid back to health, and they all went on to become accountants, even Paul Daniels.
