Here’s to the lazy ones. The misfits. The slackers. The conformists. The round pigs in the square chairs.
The ones who see things like everyone else. They’re fond of rules. And they have the upmost respect for the status quo. You can feed them, disagree with them, bully or shave them.…
The TFS website comes in a whole new flavor: we’ve built everything new from scratch. The idea was to have a much smoother and cleaner look.
But the new site also comes with a couple of caveats:…
The repaint search, formerly described as “almost good”, now fully works as it should.
Read on, my dear...
If you’re one of those who don’t like to read long texts, click many links, use your eyes and in general are a lazy bastard, boy do we have a treat for you.
Introducing the Repaint Search v2, now labeled as “good” by the authorities, bringing new Improved Qualitee™, and an almost working auto-suggest feature.…
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[Majel Barrett]: Last time, on Star Trek: Voyager …*
No, wait, what? Damn remote! Woman, get me some new batteries!
When we left off in July of ’07, Craig was being beaten by a group of bullies for losing his hard drive; Denis finally punched a customer, pow, right in the kisser, for mouthing off; and David took his canoeing fantasy to the next level and dropped it in the backyard swimming pool, rejoicing “just like the real thing”.…
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‘Twas a clear night in 1972’s Lagos. Mr. X sat on his favorite chair, smoking his favorite pipe, drinking his favorite beer, when suddenly he saw two shooting stars passing right over his head. A clear sign, of course. He knew immediately this was a religious sign. What else could it be?…
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Some names have been changed to protect identities of the innocent.
Once upon a time, there was a man, so evil, even The Evil League of Evil wasn’t evil enough to have him ceremonially inducted as a prime member. For the purpose of this fairy tale, his name, from now on, shall be Theodore Dungeonmaster III.…
Read on, my dear...Parties, cheap women, cheaper wine, Ho-Downs, more women, fast cars, slow days, flying monkeys serving us drinks, and more of that delicious panda meat. From now on TFS is playing in the big league. Well, not the big league exactly. The middle league, maybe. Well, the minor league. Okay, admitted, we still operate in the same dirty ol’ gutter hole that we used to.…
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Some anonymous source handed us a secret copy of tomorrow’s edition of the Fructus Gazette. We won’t hesitate to share it with you.
Although we know about the violent delicacy of this topic, according to our whistleblower the model in question can evidently be found on our Bombardier Dash8-300 page.…
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Prologue: just imagine John Madden doing a Frank Caliendo impersonation doing a John Madden impersonation.
Heads up! We’ve just created GOD! It’s an almighty, omnipotent, grey-bearded, some would say devine machine, watching over all of us – you, me, him, everybody! Except for him. That’s right, GOD doesn’t like him!
It can be found here and there, most likely when you least need it at all, but most of all, in you!…
