missile fuel was ready
to be processed into
the waiting Latvian barrels.
In a nearby diner
, the Latvian ambassador patiently
explained that she was
still waiting for her
ranch dressing. Hearing that,
a man with two
bottles offered her one
, but it was not
Hidden Valley. In fact
it was missile fuel!
Talk about really stupid
waitstaff and short order
cooks. They didn’t even
produce usable missile fuel.
This pissed off the
the old guy sitting
waiting for Latvian missiles