Your what?
Jan. 26th, 2008 03:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hoveringsombreroI'm in the computer room, and Mary, my father's wife just walked by yelling to him.
Mary: "Curtis! Where's your wang machine?!"
Me: "Uh, did she just say WANG machine?"
Curtis: "... SCALE, she means the scale!"
Me: "OH! WeighING MACHINE!"
Mary: "Curtis! Where's your wang machine?!"
Me: "Uh, did she just say WANG machine?"
Curtis: "... SCALE, she means the scale!"
Me: "OH! WeighING MACHINE!"
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my giant wang
Date: 2008-01-27 01:51 am (UTC)About 20 years ago, I had a wang that weighed over 300 pounds and filled up the back seat of my car.
It was an antique Wang brand word processing computer, with a 5 (five) Megabyte removable-platter hard drive the size of a large old-fashioned travel trunk. I turned that thing on once, and it sounded like a frickin' Learjet winding up for takeoff, and I think it blew the circuit-breaker for the room.