Test Run - the leaky thought flow process engine - Bilge

H Hakalugi Special Tiki Central Agent Redondo Beach, CA Joined: Aug 10, 2004 Posts: 3465	H Hakalugi Posted posted on Fri, Jun 30, 2006 11:34 PM On 2006-06-24 15:43, Chip and Andy wrote: Hay buddy! Shake it off! The meters running.... where do you want to go? I don't know nuttin about no green gods except the ones on the money. You do got some money to pay me when we get there? I kill yo ass if you try to crazy-freeload my ride. BUDDY! Where ya wann go? I would go West but I am blocked by the Pacific. South is the only alternative. Is it safe? How far can you take me? Where's my cat? Thanks Exoticat for pointing out the cat's attire. I am relieved. Are we driving yet? My ice is melting and leaving pools of gorgeous water. Let's go swimming. I like to swim at night under a full moon. This door handle is stuck. I hope Chip and Andy don't think I broke it. Did I break it? I'm stricken with guilt. Do I ignore the situation or point it out. Better to point it out immediately and take the blame. I'm ready. Ready as this audience... Are we moving? I feel somethng poking me in the ankle. Who is that, WHY ARE YOU DOING THAT. STOP IT! STOP IT! NNO NOOO. Huu? ohh, a free tiki anklet? Okay.. Ohh, but it is impossible to remove and it uses gps and sends out RF for external tracking purposes. What did I do to deserve this. I did not sign up for this. Any metal workers around that could remove the anklet? Or maybe there's a way to hack into it to alter and redirect what it transmits. The last time I had one of these I was lost in Carlsbad Caverns for three weeks. It was great. Totally carefree as far as worrying where you are going. You were free to explore every single unknown twist tunnel and turn. With the anklet people will know exactly where you are. Of course once you're lost Then you realize that the gps portion does not work underground. Basically you're screwed. Did I say it was great? I lied. dead flashlights pitch black slippery walls low ceilings weird centipedes, snakes and bats. And the ever present stench of my upper lip. Two more Hell In The Pacifics please. I am ready. Hey Chip and Andy!, are we moving? where are you taking me? And yes I have your fare right here. Ohh and what's this? Shipwreckjoey is here too. Passed out in the back seat. He is starting to stir. A drink that is.

On 2006-06-24 15:43, Chip and Andy wrote:
Hay buddy! Shake it off! The meters running.... where do you want to go? I don't know nuttin about no green gods except the ones on the money. You do got some money to pay me when we get there? I kill yo ass if you try to crazy-freeload my ride.

BUDDY! Where ya wann go?

I would go West but I am blocked by the Pacific. South is the only alternative. Is it safe? How far can you take me? Where's my cat? Thanks Exoticat for pointing out the cat's attire. I am relieved. Are we driving yet? My ice is melting and leaving pools of gorgeous water. Let's go swimming. I like to swim at night under a full moon. This door handle is stuck. I hope Chip and Andy don't think I broke it. Did I break it? I'm stricken with guilt. Do I ignore the situation or point it out. Better to point it out immediately and take the blame. I'm ready. Ready as this audience...

Are we moving? I feel somethng poking me in the ankle. Who is that, WHY ARE YOU DOING THAT. STOP IT! STOP IT! NNO NOOO. Huu? ohh, a free tiki anklet? Okay.. Ohh, but it is impossible to remove and it uses gps and sends out RF for external tracking purposes.

What did I do to deserve this. I did not sign up for this. Any metal workers around that could remove the anklet? Or maybe there's a way to hack into it to alter and redirect what it transmits. The last time I had one of these I was lost in Carlsbad Caverns for three weeks. It was great. Totally carefree as far as worrying where you are going. You were free to explore every single unknown twist tunnel and turn. With the anklet people will know exactly where you are. Of course once you're lost Then you realize that the gps portion does not work underground. Basically you're screwed. Did I say it was great? I lied. dead flashlights pitch black slippery walls low ceilings weird centipedes, snakes and bats. And the ever present stench of my upper lip.

Two more Hell In The Pacifics please. I am ready.

Hey Chip and Andy!, are we moving? where are you taking me? And yes I have your fare right here. Ohh and what's this? Shipwreckjoey is here too. Passed out in the back seat. He is starting to stir. A drink that is.

Post #240554 by Hakalugi on Fri, Jun 30, 2006 11:34 PM