We Scored a 640!
Roscoe just sent word via a unique runner express system which we copied from the ancient Peruvians. He scored a few bikes ! I sent the messenger back for him to "get more" . I was worried but things are beginning to fall into place. I have not heard back from Freak Show which is always a good sign.
posted by josh williams @ 18:50
12 Comments
12 Comments:
i don't want a half sunken bike. i have no space for a river and i have run out of chain oil. Just send drugs. and dirty trollops.
I understand. Had I known the pressure involved in this project I would have bought more booze...Go to your postal office and pick up the trollops and booze.
oh i can't be arsed to get up off the sofa. i'll send Roscoe....
My vessel will not float in that kind of tributary. Just send me the Boddington's and we'll discuss this, okay? Word on the street (e.g. Matt) is that you're backing out on our deal. And to think I had my assignments ready -- Roscoe scrubbing the deck, that dragon bailing the bilge. . .
JJ: Thats not Roscoe I think we have discovered Freak Shows whereabouts. JJ I bet I know why you cant get off the couch and I bet you know why they call him Freak Show.
ing: Thats neither the Longitude nor the Lattitude I had in mind for your deployment, so rest easy.
I must admit I am overwhelmed with the support that has been offered to Roscoe (whereabouts unknown) and myself. The worlds spinning on greazed rails and all because of you the people! I better sign off, its not good get to sentimental, this early into the game. Glad you are all in 110%!
Josh i am loathe to interrupt you with the mundane while you imitate Gwynneth Paltrow, but on to more practical matters. Do we have a logo yet? i can't follow you blindly unless i have insignia...
That's a sexy bike ;)
Yeah, and what are the coordinates? Somewhere warm, I hope, where the waters aren't too shark-infested.
Josh: a stupid, obstinate, or perverse person -- often compounded with a preceding adjective
Roscoe be a doll and pass me a joint after you finished parking the Blackbird. and mind my garden, yeah? crush my roses and i crush your testicles. with my teeth.
I think we're acquiring too many accoutrements, and there's no way The Star Of Central Indiana can handle the load. I hope we can leave the spying and navigational devices, as well as the telephones, back at headquarters. Jane and I can navigate by the stars, spy through telescopes, and tell time by the location of the sun.
Might I remind you, I'll need room for my theater, library, kegs, and puffy shirts. Not to mention the crew.
HH,ing,JJ: How have you all been in contact with Roscoe and not myself? He is co-commander and he is off risking all and yet finding time to talk to the ladies...
anonymous:Is that you dad?
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