Our Big Pond, which art in Melbourne, Not always Hallowed be thy Name. Thy remote relocation come. Thy will be done, in Toowong as it was in Charlotte Street. Give us our house our daily bitrate. And forgive us our terse words against you, As we forgive them that have failed to restore our broadband. And lead us not into temptation to complain; But deliver us from having to use my phone too much. For thine is the bitrate, the upload, and the download, For the remainder of our contract. Amen.
Wednesday, 31 October 2007
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment