Gets his orders from another planet. Gets hypnotized on the de-spun section. Gets parity errors under load. Gives a lot of bull for somebody what ain’t got no cattle. Goalie for the dart team. God might still use him for miracle practice. God’s favorite target for lightning strikes. Goes with the flow… He’s a bed wetter. Good at quantum tunneling but not much else. Got a life, but wasn’t sure what to do with it. Got his brains as a stocking stuffer. Got into the gene pool while the lifeguard wasn’t watching. Guillotining him would make only an aesthetic difference. Gyros are loose. Habits explainable if he was raised by wolves. Had a head crash. Half a bubble off plumb. — attributed to Mark Twain Happiness is seeing her picture on a milk carton. Hard to distinguish from the tail end of a horse. Hard to tell if he has an ace up his sleeve or if the ace is missing from his deck altogether. Has a bus fault problem. Has a few wait states. Has a full six-pack but lacks the plastic thing to hold them together. Has a leak in his ceiling. Has a one-way ticket on the Disoriented Express. Has a pulse, but that’s about all. Has a random memory fault. Has a slow clock. Has a sparse matrix. (Beware, „matrix“ comes from the Latin „womb“.) Has a two-bit operating system.
