At 9/1/06 04:49 PM, Turkeybean wrote:
I should have known you’d be able to smell it. That damned death hound there can sniff anything out. You probably figured I was coming before I even hit the post button. Oh well, no one said it was going to be a fair competition. At any rate, I owe you nothing less than a full case. What’ll it be my good man? By the way, I’ll throw in a fifth just for the fine display of flattery.
I drink vodka, neat. And five cases? Wow, that's enough for the whole evening.
See, that is why we can’t make it without you. You just can’t go wrong with someone that can strike fear into the heart of a rabid dog while wearing footsy pajamas on a Sunday.
The description alone brings tears of joy to my eyes.
Only you could accomplish something like that. I imagine it must have taken years of practice.
And you can only imagine the loving enviroment I grew up in to become like this.
I’ll let you know just as soon as I need your help. I am sure I will have some time to go yet. Do a good job and you might even get paid.
If you need an angry e-mail or any letter, I'd love to make one for you. I promise you an angry letter by me is no worse than having the grim reaper say "See you soon".
I figured as much. That is just rough. Surprising that it took so long for you to get everything back. To think people are worried about a couple bombs and bullets. What a bunch of pansies.
I know, where is the part saying "not wind or water etc...will stop us" now?
At least now you can get back on track. You have plenty of ground to make up, but should have ample time to do it now. Congratulations on making level thirteen. It must be nice to finally be done with twelve. Keep it up.
It's nice to finally be done with the hand weapons, and I say done, because I won't live to see level 17 any way :-P