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TINS! of a Different Color (Continued...

By Bill on March 19, 2007 | | Comments (4)

...as you kind figured it would be.

Checking downstream to the original premise, in which I requested you guys submit your deathless (i.e., no fair killing me off) prose via e-mail -- which would have served the dual purpose of

1. allowing me to scrunch similar endings together and

2. giving the jillion "Congratulations! Your E-Mail has won..." missives some legitimate company.

*sigh* At least it generated some comments.

From Sanger:

Then I died.

Buuuutt...

God sent me back, to continue until the ring had been destroyed, having been cast into the fires of Mt Fuji... Where I'd been sent by 7 homely geisha girls after one soulless night in the Ginsha-kinfe area of Naga-shima, savoring saki-dipped rice, chopstick-fed to me one grain at a time, while my feet were massaged....

Or maybe it was Bangkok, or...

*Someone* has been reading The Book of Five Rings with one eye and Bored of the Rings with the other. Heh -- hang around with Maggie and you, too, will discover talents hitherto undreamed of...

And Cricket:

and right there and then I had an epiphany; I would work to resolve the issues of drab icky colors. I was reborn as BT.

*sigh* Now it appears I've morphed into a character in Primary Colors with the power to halt gypsy moth infestations.

Tomorrow's dissertation will be on Chuck's unlikely combo: beets, which we didn't get in RVN, and chianti, which was available, but which nobody drank. And Boq's e-mail won 600,000 Pounds Sterling in Euros, payable in Yoruban Baht ...

And if anybody's curious, the case of Abdominable Voorheaves (sorry 'bout that, H.P.) was *not* due to something I ate...

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By Boquisucio on March 19, 2007 7:01 AM
Massa John will certainly enjoy The Chianti along with some fava beans ***Ffpt-Ffpt-Ffpt***.. The Beets, however may have to be checked-in at the barbican. And oh - BTW, you'd be glad to know that I'm a step closer to cashing-into them Yoruban Dinars. Having drained-up my 401k, I'm well on my way on maxing-out my 2nd mortgage line of credit. Just one more fee to "settle", & I'll be home-free.
 
By Maggie on March 19, 2007 7:58 AM
Thank you Chief!
 
By MajMike on March 19, 2007 4:37 PM
ah, chianti!! i was thinking more along the lines of some sangria, but a chianti story line is SO much more believable!
 
By bad cat robot on March 19, 2007 5:52 PM
[continuing storyline]As I gazed in disbelief at the chromatic puddle on the deck, and my vision telescoped into unconsciousness, I idly speculated on the source of this unexpected addition to my little home away from home. Had I failed to distinguish between the styrofoam cup of coffee (dangerous) and the styrofoam cup of hydraulic fluid drippings being saved for a rainy day?(poisonous) Had I neglected to notice an upper-body perforation during firefights Nos. 3,5,6, 8, or 11? Perchance a cracked rib, now excavating a lung, from when Hefty Crewmember landed on me during evasive action during firefights Nos. 3,5,6, 8, or 11? A sudden chill fell over me. I knew what it was. Congo Hemorrhagic Fever. I was doomed! Doomed to hack up my internal organs! But a small voice of reason piped up, just before darkness claimed me, and I was able to croak, "Can't be. Thank God I'm not in Africa."