Just for a laugh, we nuked Australia last Tuesday.
Terry got to push the button, since it was his birthday, and he’d been the one to fashion the missile from old baked bean cans.
We watched the explosion through our spy satellite (Dave’s iPhone tied to a salvaged weather balloon), celebrated a successful test with a cuppa and waited for the media to recognise Wolverhampton as the world’s next nuclear power.
We didn’t really grasp just how big Australia was, though.
The bomb went off, just as planned, in the middle of the outback. Eventually, some bugger might even notice.
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