To: dsrtsage
"
It was a cold, blustery day.
Sage was trundling through the snow, his red Land Cruiser barely recognizable through the crusted white stuff.
He was driving with the top and the windshield down.
Although he was well bundled, he was drinking to fend off the cold, and to drown his sorrow over Eve.
His husky, Fang, looked on in dismay.
"
204 posted on
06/01/2012 12:18:54 PM PDT by
Erasmus
(BHO: New supreme leader of the homey rollin' empire.)
To: Erasmus
Awesome! Such a way with words
205 posted on
06/01/2012 12:24:35 PM PDT by
dsrtsage
(One half of all people have below average IQ. In the US the number is 54%)
To: Erasmus
It was a cold, blustery day. Sage was trundling through the snow, his red Land Cruiser barely recognizable through the crusted white stuff. He was driving with the top and the windshield down. Although he was well bundled, he was drinking to fend off the cold, and to drown his sorrow over Eve. Little did he know he had only 8 seconds to live. As the Anuudrian battle cruiser's targeting computer zeroed in on the heat from the Toyota's exhaust Captain Zog of the Imperial Bad Guys Of The Universe Fun Destruction Force changed into his jeweled battle shorts and with an evil gleam in his three eyes opened the fire control console and pressed the trigger.
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