*taps Joey on the shoulder* Oh is that RIGHT? *watches everybody jump three feet in the air* AUGH! Ah... heh heh! Hi, Gloria! So... you've seen what's going on HERE, right? Not that there's any shenanigans going on anywhere else, mind you!! *grins and tries to block her view of Rico's "redecorated"...
Crash just doesn't want me pimpin' in his territory. ;) Well, you know, Rico... *sings*That sounds like trouble with a capital T that starts with a capital P and that stands for pool... wait, um, that's not right... Hey, where did this crazy singin' guy with a straw hat come from? An' how come ever...
*looks at Elix with a curiously blank expression* Um, I do not currently have, and never have had, any knowledge pertaining to the device you seem to be describing... I think you were looking at an exploded diagram of my car's cooling system. :wink: Furthermore, at this time I can neither confirm no...
Ah...*flips through his notes* 37 states, to be exact....
That's why I have this map in here... see, it's marked and all... escape routes... safehouses...
*flips to another page* And this... well, we're gonna have to go to Antigua for that.
*throws Joey over his shoulder, combat-carry style, and runs for the ghetto wagon*
Joey, *pants* I thought I said we ought to put the blow-up gerbil doll in his front seat!
*looks at Joey, shrugs, and smiles* Aw, what the hey!
*opens his binder marked "DIST N/A -- EYES ONLY Clearance: Tango Bar" and points out a few items to Joey*
Hee hee! Look what I have planned for him next year!
Oh no, I've got all the work I can handle right now... Frankly, Rico, I don't think you'd be able to offer me a very attractive package... compensation package, that is. ;) I mean, do you offer full dental, medical... how much vacation... base pay, overtime, on-call and reserve status, expense accou...
*reads* *reads again* Um... right. Anyway.... Rico, is that a broom or a pimp stick you're riding on? *holds up a hat with a HUGE feather stuck in the brim* And look; I found you a pimp hat! :) Now all you need is to get rid of that little Ford and buy a white 1972 Cadillac El Dorado, with GOLD hubc...
If you had read the reports Crash, which in itself is impossible as they contain multisyllable words and have multiple phrases in one sentence, you would have read that the most prolific virus in history, KLEZ, can only be avoided by installing SP1. You're confusing IE service packs with XP service...
*cracks up* Aw, geez, Rico, it was just Elmers glue... it'll wash off with a hose! :D And the lic. plate trick would work well... if the cops could see it through the smoke comin' out my exhaust. :) Now, if you REALLY wanted to get the cops after me... you would have glued a beer can to my roof... H...
*looks alarmed and glances at Joey* Heck no, whatever gave you that idea?:) No, I just think it'll be a hoot, seeing him driving down the road looking like a raving fanboy with a thing for clowns. *smiles* And maybe, just maybe, that beanie propeller will hit R crit , and he'll lift off in the middl...
*eyes Mr Underwood, Devon and Mr Eric* Can't we just get all get along? :D Come on you, hug each other now! ;) *laughs* But then where would the fun be?? And besides, we'd have to do a full patdown on each of 'em before they get within blade range... *snickers and decides not to suggest anything mo...
*nods in agreement with Devon* Well said! I'm praying for both of you, too, Illona. Keep faith, and ask God to help you trust him and Eric... I know it's hard to give up suspicions and doubts, 'cause you get used to using them to protect yourself... but at some point, they become a blockage, and pre...
*screeches to a halt and tries to open the passenger door for Joey* Yeah, hop in! *kicks at the unmoving door, then shrugs and rolls down the power window, laughing* Awright, Dukes of Hazzard-style! Hurry! I see a beanie in th' rearview! *floors it as Joey clambers in and slaps an FIF cartridge into...
*laughs* You should see what I did to his car. :) *points to a red Escort that has had a gigantic papier mache beanie, complete with spinning propeller, attached to the roof and a Twapa mosaic made of seashells glued to the hood* *jumps in his nondescript ghetto wagon and roars off in a cloud of oil...