To: KitJ
#Suave
How did you know? Bet of Bowie is now playing...Led Zeppelin is next. The loud music calms me, it saved me from posting to that gunner guy who is anything but humble (cos, really, I have no need to impress him with my awesome bitch skills), and I’m trying to train Kiwi the Wonder Dog not to sing along with the music!
Hey, ask Tex what’s for supper tonight?
579 posted on 8/30/2018, 5:34:03 PM by blu
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*texokie is sitting on a detached ‘66 Mustang seat which is over in the corner. She is sitting next to a low table with a crock pot. The velveeta cheese / rotel tomato dip is bubbling, and she’s stirring it so it won’t stick. A huge bowl of chips is also on the small table. She hear’s blu’s question*
Yo blu! You started this garage party and we’ve unloaded the Qanteen Qitchen and brought it over here!
*blu is startled, and takes her head out of the hood of the car she’s working on and looks around and sees the food that has appeared. She grins real big and says:*
LET’S EAT!!
*ssschev, Qanteen guard dog, hears the unusual loud noises coming from the garage, gets up, shakes all over, stretches the back legs, and trots toward the noise*
RRRRRrrrrrrrooooooooooarrrrrrrrrahhhhhhhh! Roooow Rooooow Rooow!!!
*So finally all Qanteeners are at last assembled and chowing down on sammiches, chips, dip, various salads, and desserts all spread out on the workbench like a fine buffet. Qanteen Qatz are figure-eighting around ssschev. A small portable tv in each corner is showing the latest Trump Rally. Every few moments FReeQs laugh and cheer at the Fighter who leads us. After the rally, FReeQs are treated once more to the Led Zeppelin. Helpful hands assist texokie cart the left overs back to the Qanteen Qitchen. Some of the empty area in the garage has become a dance floor for those who are not too full from the feast. Someone frequently checks a phone or laptop to see if the Q flurry continues.*
Hey, thanks for the portable party! Good food! It was good to have most of us together where we could let our hair down.
ssschev moseys out to the Qanteen Garage, gets a snack and greets all the FreeQ’s. He then heads out to the driveway and pick a good vantage point to observe.
He smells an unhumble grumbler lurking in the vicinity and lets out an almost imperceptible grrrrrrr.
*Wneighbor has much experience with garage parties. Unlike Blu she does not wear nice dresses to garage parties due to the unladylike impression it makes mounting, dismounting and riding down the highway on her Superglide. She has perfected the technique of transporting various party foods in saddlebags. She rides in and opens both saddlebags. From the first pulls a sealed plastic bowl containing a gallon ziplock bag of fresh home made salsa (grew the maters, peppers n onions myself). From the second saddle bag comes an identical sealed plastic bowl containing another sealed gallon ziplock of her world famous homemade bean dip.
*Texokie, thanks for providing all these chips. They always get all crunched up in my saddlebags
You guys get out of the garage. You’re ruining the ambience.
This isn’t a place to hang out, it’s where work gets done. If you ain’t workin’ you ain’t hanging.
Take your social party out front. Sit and watch the water.
There’s work to be done. Download info. Go to http://irc.qclearancearchive.net/
Go to the other places like archive.org. Grab what you can so we can hand out those red pills.
(crikey. Now I sound like autistic anon mixed with drill sergeant. Remember, both may shout but it’s in your best interest).
K