You've stumbled into what you think is a phone box for a piss and it turns out to be the Tardis. After you have emptied your bladder in the corner (obviously, you were busting) you notice that it is ready to go but with no date on the time dial. Where and when are you going to go back to or forwards to? The machine is set to come right back to where you found it at the exact same time you left so nobody would ever know you'd gone. You might change history so be careful. Date :- Reason :- Over to you.
Date: 1939 Reason: To assassinate Churchill Imagine how much better this country would be if we were run by Germany? Oh wait, we already are...
At least all the women where gorgeous back then. either that or you where far to ****ed on LSd to notice
Birds didnae even mind a beard or nothing in those days. I've tried thinking of drawbacks to going to sixties San Francisco and so far all I've come up with is the lack of internet porn and xboxes. Studenty middle class suburban neo-sluts, LSD and Californian weed absolutely pummel all these negatives, though. I demand this ****ing machine be built - I'm choking to go now.
I'm no the biggest fan of the shaven haven culture maself. Aye **** it I'm gonna take a hammer to my head and hit it enough times so that I think I'm there - the giro time machine equivalent.
I meant beards on a dude - but, aye, you'd need to adapt back to furry growlers but I'm still thinking it's all good. I've already imagined I'm there hard enough to delude myself. I'm currently hanging out of a Harvard dropout called Helga Mitchell. Both her parents are doctors and, as sixties men huvnae learned to shag properly yet, this is the first ride she's ever had that's been longer than 10 mins. Come back in another five and I'm gonna be given her her first multiple There's already another bird waiting her turn for a length and she wants the boaby purely because I can play guitar. I'm not coming back. You can stick yer 21st century pish up yer farter. Mon the hippies
France 1805 Wild West 1880s Ancient Greece 15th century England *****lia 1209 Reason; History project. please log in to view this image
Aye, if it's got hunners of ****s, there'll be more free-loving nanny for the futureboys. Helga fainted, by the way. I'll wake her up with a boabing in about an hour.
It would have to be near Brussels, Sunday 18th June 1815, an ahd want to take a minigun or summat equally destructive. I'd sort the little Corsican upstart out.
