Rach air muin! Ya mean I came all this way just ta go BACK in time?
You better know whatcher doin’ there Sealameal, cuz if I end up back in the middle of my marriage there’s gonna be the devil to pay.
By the way, did anybody think to disable them camera things hangin’ all over the place? I wouldn’t think yer Baptists are gonna be all that pleased about seein’ all of Cristi’s womanly glory on the 6 o’clock news.
Back in time indeed . . . sigh . . . Quit gapin’ and make yerself useful ya lackwit little alien aardvark – hand me another of them bottles there.
Dr. Watson
“The past, at least, is secure.” – Daniel Webster
:::snags one of those nifty silver thermal space blankies:::
Well. Now you’ve all seen me naked. You must be really goddamn drunk, because none of you are dead. The sight of my naked body usually has a Medusa-like effect on men. Their entire bodies just turn to stone, instead of just the one part. Then they crumble into dust and disappear.
Let’s do the slingshot thing. I mean, what have we got to lose, really, besides our collective lunches? A spin like that has got to make a person hurl. But that will just make more room for beer and Little Debbie oatmeal pies.
Changing my sig, because Wally said to, and I really like Wally, and I’ll do anything he says, anytime he says to.
Nice going, Wally. You & your sexy self, strutting around here with that big ol’ Cuban, just made Veb double-post. Good one.
I certainly hope you took the opportunity, while I was naked and unconscious, to determine whether or not I am a natural redhead.
Now, Wally, just settle down, have a beer, and trust John, okay? He can get us safely in & out of space & time. I trust him completely. Well, no I don’t, but you really don’t want me driving this thing. I at least trust John to not cause my flaming death.
Flaming death. Flaming death. Oh Christ. John, you did check the heat shields on this thing before we stole it, didn’t you? Didn’t you???
Changing my sig, because Wally said to, and I really like Wally, and I’ll do anything he says, anytime he says to.
…ughhh… Heat shields? What the hell? Yeah, yeah, fiery death…
No, we’re safe from fiery death. Even if we go around the sun. As long as the drive is online, we’ll be in hyperspace. And if we hit the sun in hyperspace, we’ll just bounce. A long fucking way.
Also, as long as we are in hyperspace, my 20 page hangover is going to persist, I think. Hey wombat! More anestheitic!
Not quite; the Portal will not dilate without a specific invitation, ergo, I invited her. Her wish and the TPT did the rest. As Kricket has already posted, she is most delightfully female…mmmmm…yes, oh, and, anyone who’s into Calvin & Hobbes is ok in my book! Any takers for a side excursion to Zorch?
VB
I could never eat a mouse raw…their little feet are probably real cold going down. :rolleyes:
:looks longingly out the passenger window of the car as it drives by the party house. Women’s underwear are in the trees; toilet paper is everywhere. UncleBeer is relieving himself on the front lawn. He raises his beer in a toast as we drive by…"
Hot wings from Hooters anyone? Didn’t bother bringing mild, so we have your Hot, Extremly Hot, and don’t bother goin’ to the bathroom later Hot! I know, that is not gonna help the atmosphere in here any, but I was tryin to be helpfull.
I also brought some of those little evergreen tree thingys that you hang in your car, so now not only does it smell like something died in here, it also smells like a taxi!
Boy isn’t life great?
I’ll have a bite of one of the ass-flaming chicken wings, thanks!
:::takes bite:::
…gasp…
LOOK OUT!
:: :opens mouth, flames wombat:::
Good thing that poor little critter has that crunchy exterior. He looks a little surprised, but he doesn’t look hurt.
I think I’ll just stick to the oatmeal pies for a while. And could I have one of those pinetree thingies, to hang around my neck? I need a bath, but this’ll just have to do for now.
Changing my sig, because Wally said to, and I really like Wally, and I’ll do anything he says, anytime he says to.
:::emerges from cargo bay, covered with tinfoil, and sporting a Chug-a-Lug Beer Helmet, with wraparound shades:::
Well, I think I got the heatshield thing solved. I got half the outside covered with oatmeal pies…think the other half’ll hafta be Nutty Buddies. Sorry it’s taking so long, my spacesuit ain’t quite up to specs.
Hey! Whaddya think is in this tank? CLANK Whhhuuuppp…Ahhhhaaa…OK, should be finished in a bit!
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