The Shadow reporting. . .
Despite speaking little English, Consuela has moments of surprising lucidity.
At my shadowy day job, I work at a shadowy university (read: night school) where the studetns get a good education (read it carefully, now).
My shadowy desk at my shadowy night school, where I zone out and drink mad green tea.
"Down our way, we loves us some malaria," or, "Since the Bush administration nixed previous administrations' efforts to replace our wetlands, local authorities decided to fill in our little bayou."
"State of the art technology," or, "A student from my 'university' with a 'masters degree' in information technology was asked to do the wiring. . ."
Comments (5)
I noticed your colorful Biaviian bus ticket to the mothership isn't proudly displayed at your desk. Did you send it out for framing?
Posted by Decanus | April 28, 2007 10:23 AM
Posted on April 28, 2007 10:23
I keep it folded up in my wallet. I'm not going wake up one day to the rapture, and see Tan's ship, and then go, "Dude, can you give me a lift to the office so I can get my ticket?"
Jared should get his tattooed on his arm so he can still get on the space bus even if Tan comes while he's at work.
Posted by The Fat Kid | April 28, 2007 11:04 AM
Posted on April 28, 2007 11:04
I got your space bus, you fat piece a shit
Posted by jared | April 29, 2007 9:21 PM
Posted on April 29, 2007 21:21
You have to admit that I have a point there.
Posted by The Fat Kid | April 29, 2007 11:16 PM
Posted on April 29, 2007 23:16
Maybe Tan and Riley can update their technology from paper and color markers to that of the digital 21st century and use RFID chips for identifying the faithful with scanners place at all spaceship gangways and portals?
Posted by Decanus | April 30, 2007 12:22 AM
Posted on April 30, 2007 00:22