Thank goodness the Heyrmans survived the sixth hour of the sixth day of the sixth month of the year thirteen. The only sacrifices were the trees as Napoleon and Bonaparte set about inserting them into the newy imported chipper.
Wee willie once again caried off the junk, and tipped them towards the Southern area of the site.
Friday saw the import of Goldmember onto the smaller lagoon- did he levitate over the causeway path or was it lowered again?
My what a big one
Up and down went the head as the sound of rattling in the vacuum like rear nozzle was audible around the rattlechain lagoon. Was it picking up old bricks with the weed?
And on the larger lagoon after it had passed around the elaborate pipe network, an ominous bubbling could be seen underneath the double bed.
But it was only a matter of time before the strain began to tell on the poor overworked fellow. From his back vessel a spurt of water began to spew and the Heyrmans onboard looked temporarily perplexed.
Disappearing below deck there was much banging, and prodding and probably a little Dutch swearing until the leak appeared to be fixed.
Mini member to the rescue
An exploration of Goldmember reveals a veiny mass of metal and hoses. If you ever wondered what the Terminator’s flexed “special part” looked like it would probably be something like Goldmembers. And though not yet taking human form he will no doubt be back in action tomorrow.