Spotty Logic (spottylogic) wrote,
Spotty Logic

Meanwhile, forces unknowable conspired to bring the "blue" jet of Spotty's printer to an untimely and yet timeless end, in furtive gasps emitting ribbons of blue tint as a dying man coughs up his final, sanguine breath. He held up his document to the light, its once dignified brown fields reduced to a dainty pink with blue stripes. "Crom!" He ejaculated. "I remember this selfsame design in my tunic of old, that my mother gave me on the Feast of Mitras's Birth, 'fore I sent her wailing from my house!"
Spotty the Coordinator: Curse of the Pastel Print Cartridge

Yup, still reading Conan, and my printer's dying. Again.

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