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Sep 11, 2009 06:45AM
Larry's not drunk, Nick's drunk
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Larry, would you like help with a cover story.Stephen, if you knew the state of our political situation, you'd be terribly depressed.
I'm pretty sure I'd know what "Secular Muslim State" means in another language, but as it is, I can't say whether it is or isn't one.
Rachel wrote: "Strict in what sense? Only with Islamic women, I think."Okay, see I was worried about my little bunny loving Rachel. Good to know.
Lol! Bunny loving Rachel will do fine as long as she doesn't openly criticize the filthy, immoral, corrupted government. (therefore she will of course spread criticism liberally, on pain of being thrown under ISA without trial, for being a threat to "National Security", EVEN THOUGH, the ISA was meant to be used only during the communist era and should have been abolished long ago. The first prime minister is probably rolling in his grave right now.)
Right, Larry, what kind of cover would you like?
*understands now why Rachel was banned from the Internet*Use your imagination. That seems to be your best trait. At least from what I've seen so far here. :)
Okay...em...what've you been doing today, where've you been, who will you be planning to meet, how far out are we talking and, most importantly, how drunk are you?It's important because I need to know whether it should be short or long. :)
Oops! I forgot to add "racist", "openly biased", "criminal", and "****ed up" to the list of descriptions of them!
Oh no. You don't get off that easily. Just let it fly. Don't hold back. Soar, little bunny!How drunk do I seem?
Okey...Larry, I guess this much happened to you:Stumbled off on the wrong side of bed this morning, rolled over the cat, and got scratched pretty bad. Blinded with pain, you lurched to the kitchen, popping out a beer to pour over your wounds because you heard somewhere that it helped.
It didn't really, so, screaming in pain, you headed over to your neighbors, covered with blood and smelling of alcohol. So of course they didn't open their doors. You tried to rub the grogginess out of your eyes, but the alcohol stung them.
You rushed to the garden hose for water, but forgot just how strong it was, and the jet of water sent you flying across the yard. You bump into a bush, adding thorn cuts to your wounds.
There seemed to be no end to your pain, and in search of a quick remedy for your pain, you limped back into your kitchen, got out a pair of 6 packs and downed it all while watching NFL reruns (which helped numb the mind) while you passed out drunk in your jammies (or lack of them).
And THAT, Larry, is how you came to be drunk today.
See now why I need details? Now you have to scrape your self with a rake and run through rose bushes to make your cover appear real to outsiders.
I'm afraid my time here (on goodreads) is nearly up. Something to do with the risk of bad mouthing people who could lock me up. And bedtime. Blech...
Fare thee well, friends! It's night time here, so regardless of the time there, I shall bid you all goodnight!
(Larry, you haven't told me what you thought of what I thought about what happened) (Beat that, Baffler!)

