It was very un-settling
A magician was counting from 1 to 3 in Spanish and said "uno dos....." Then disappeared without a tres
He discovered he was a tad Polish.
It is very mystearious...
which is why you never hear about Buffalo Uno or Buffalo Dos
It was an Apple, but with extremely limited memory. Just one byte. And then everything crashed.
Edits: Thanks for all the awards!
The computer was branded by apple, but it had very limited memory. It only had 1 byte and then everything crashed
You may be having an exit-stencil crisis.
They disappeared without a trace.
It probably ran on Python
and the magician disappeared, with out a trace.
Then I saw her face...
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Yes, he left a pauper trail.
Uno, dos... poof. He disappeared without a tres.
The oldest computer can be traced back to Adam and Eve. It was an Apple but with extremely limited memory. Just 1 byte. And then everything CRASHED.
I was raised homeschooled. As a result of this up bringing, I went to many different places to learn things.
One day we went to a farm, and this farm just so happened to have a bee keeper working on it. So I naturally struck up a conversation with the fine man, asking him questions about what he did, and how he liked his job.
Little did I know some time had passed and it was time to go. My mother had called to me from behind my back saying it was time to leave, but I didn’t pay her any attention. Then, in a stern tone, she called to me again from behind that it was time to go.
Then I saw her face, now I’m a bee leaver. Not a trace, of doubt in my mind.
And then I saw her face.
So there I was working on a small project; I make signs and was working on something for a local election candidate. The client wanted small plastic fans with a pic of her on sticks for her upcoming rally. 300 of them. Our plotter wasn't able to trace them out so I'm hand cutting 300 plastic pieces. My boss walks in, and I say "Man this is gonna take all day." and he replies "Well, looks like you got your work cut out for you today." And walks off.
"Honey, do you know what our bathroom and a chocolate bar have in common?"
"They both may contain traces of nuts!"
I had to laugh at this joke all by myself.
It was an Apple with just one byte. And then it crashed.