January 30, 2005
On a Mission
I usually don't eat cereal due to my lactose intolerance, but I craved a bowl today. Imagine my surprise when my Alpha-Bits most distinctly formed a message to speak to the Weimaraner across the street. It seems there is an issue with the mayor, and the cabal needs a "go to" guy handy with weapons.
I'm girded for battle. Posting may be light.
... yesterday, my fortune cookie said "money will be cominig your way"... it's a portent, methinks... just yell if you need some backup...
Posted by: Eric at January 30, 2005 12:12 PMJust don't pick up a copy of Catcher in the Rye right now or you might not come back.
Posted by: rankin' rob at January 30, 2005 1:35 PMMy boys in da hit squad stand ready. If you need 'me just holla. They're always ready to rumble. If they don't bite the shit out of him, they'll run him to death. Smokin' Curlys are a pain in deed. Sam said something like that a few days ago. The smokin' curly thing. And while I'm at it, will you let Jmflynny out of the damned Velocibasement? I'm suprised she hasn't given you a set of keys yet... ;)
Posted by: RedNeck at January 30, 2005 2:03 PMAwww. Couldn't you have gone with frosted mini-wheats or rice krispies instead? That would have been brave indeed;=)
Posted by: Sadie at January 30, 2005 5:13 PM