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Time Lord Meme!

Courtesy of huskyteer...

Your job is now your Time Lord name. The last digit of your phone number is the current regeneration you are in. The nearest clothing item to your right is now the most notable item in your current wardrobe. The last person you texted is your current companion. Your favorite word is now your catchphrase.

The TARDIS materializes with a pained wheeze and an ethereal echo. The door pops open and out steps the fifth Application Developer, resplendent in olive socks. He turns to his companion laurie_robey and says, "Etcetera!"


-The Gneech

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rebelsheart
Dec. 2nd, 2011 01:39 pm (UTC)
so am I the eighth unemployed or the eighth writer or the eighth author?
rebelsheart
Dec. 2nd, 2011 01:50 pm (UTC)
oh, if there's no clothing to my right, where I default to? (alternately, is a badge lanyard clothing?) ;)
lowen_kind
Dec. 2nd, 2011 06:53 pm (UTC)
Possibly go around naked and don't find a thing wrong with it.

The TARDIS materializes with a pained wheeze and an ethereal echo. The door pops open and out steps the eighth Unemployed, resplendent in his(?) nakedness ...

:=3
huskyteer
Dec. 5th, 2011 04:04 pm (UTC)
Oh, those dashing olive socks!
hbar98
Dec. 6th, 2011 03:59 pm (UTC)
I'll try that.. The TARDIS materializes with a pained wheeze and an ethereal echo. The door pops open and out steps the ninth WAREHOUSE MANAGER, dressed in his finest green Carhartt coat (with hood).
hbar98
Dec. 6th, 2011 04:01 pm (UTC)
Sorry..forgot the last part. He turns to his wife and says, "Oy".
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