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She was hoping for an 8 inch floppy but got a 3.5 inch ZIP disk instead, complete with click of death malfunction.
Geek love, it was never satisfying...
Posted by: Matt | 06/27/2011 at 05:59 AM
All she was left with was a Jazz drive and an obsolete SCSI interface.
Posted by: Uncle Walter | 06/27/2011 at 06:38 AM
She was unfulfilled, the cartridges she tried fit too loosely in the slot.
Posted by: Matt | 06/27/2011 at 06:55 AM
Too many read/writes on a bad sector
Posted by: Uncle Walter | 06/27/2011 at 06:57 AM
She suffered a head crash as his Ram leaked.
Posted by: Matt | 06/27/2011 at 07:02 AM
Hercules monochrome lovin' in a Super VGA world.
She wanted tactile feedback, but he ended up buffer overflowing in his pants.
Ondele, ondele, Amiga, Amiga!
Posted by: jtlitch | 06/27/2011 at 07:29 AM
She should make certain she's got good antivirus and antimalware installed, or she's gonna find her inbox has been jacked.
Posted by: Matt | 06/27/2011 at 07:35 AM
Along those lines, he's been checking through her outbox to find out what she's into. Such a spyware creeper. Here's his pickup line:
Why don't you come over to MySpace and let me Twitter all over your FaceBook?
Afterward: You got a little Google on your chin, let me get you a washcloth.
Posted by: jtlitch | 06/27/2011 at 08:01 AM
The above is what would happen if computer nerds wrote romance. I'm sure there would even be a mac vs pc war in there too.
Posted by: Matt's Sis | 06/27/2011 at 01:10 PM
Sis, I kinda like the idea of this. It would be a hell of a lot better than some of the absolute crap I've been reading lately. Like the one that has a red-headed chick named Candace who talks like a teenage girl, who is stupidly infatuated with the blond boy. I keep waiting for them to find the squirrels in her pants.
Posted by: The Wife | 06/28/2011 at 12:54 AM