posted on April 17, 2002 02:31:45 PM new
>>How many others can you think of??? How many can you make up?<<
OK. I'll make one up:
There was this big shot in the FBI, see? Head of the terrorism dept. or something, see, and oh yeah, a big Osama hater and hunter. Been with the boys oh maybe 25 years.
Oh so he, um, he goes to Florida, that's the ticket, and leaves his briefcase full of super-confidential-tippity-top secrets in a motel room pissing The Bigger Brass off real bad, see? Because that's where his co-conspirators were conspiring.* (I refer you back to Chapter One: "The Day the Earth Stood Still."
So he says to himself, "take this job and shove it" and *retires*, naturally, only to resurface later as the brand-new head-of-security for the WTC and gets killed "on his first or second day on the job."
*You could leave the conspiracy part out. Don't want to seem to paranoid... Up to you.
posted on April 17, 2002 07:00:29 PM new
I usually drink out across THE STREET from Elaine's, in a cop/fireman bar which is the only place i FEEL COMFORTABLE ANYMORE. I'm gonna cross the street, IF I EVER GET OUT OF THE HOUSE AGAIN. i'M BEECOMING MORE AND MORE RECLUSIVE.
