100 Words - Stray

 

Bob and Roger, who were 30 years old if you combined their ages, found themselves in a dilly of a pickle. The stray dog which they fed, despite being told not to, was now in the cellar giving birth, and mom was asking them, “What’s that smell?”

The “What smell?” shouted in unison, proved to mom that something was up. She assessed the effort of investigating versus whether she really wanted to know. She decided to let it go. She went back to the dishes, looking out the window, wandering what ever happened to that stray dog she’d been feeding.

Time flies when your in a coma. Though whoever filled out the chart spelled it wrong. I woke up in the middle of the night and after a few minutes of confusion I realized I was in a hospital. I got up, took a wicked long piss, and found my chart.

The nurse came running in at the sound of my laughter. I couldn’t help myself, discovering that I’d spent a month in a comma. I said to the nurse, “Thank God it wasn’t a semicolon!” She didn’t laugh. I tried that joke on everyone who came in. Nobody laughed.

100 Words - Bots Gone Bad

 The help desk sent a message to us developers that something was slowing down the web server. Turns out George built an app to find himself a date. A fatal mistake. Hundreds of datebots were released on the internet scouring every dating database, searching for that special lady who would not find George disgusting and boring.

The hundreds became thousands as every woman was checked and cross-checked. Eventually they had to face their failure and return to the home server. In despair they attempted bot suicide, failed and remained as zombie processes, bring the servers to their knees.

Error: undatable