Dude, when Kirk tells you to go into the bathroom and look at the Captain's Log....don't.
Got a job! Woot.
And...surprise-surprise...it doesn't involve delving into a great, deep hole in the earth where Dwarves of yore banged on shit with hammers and other manly impliments of rocky destruction.
No. It involves driving rich asses from the local regional airport to Telluride (abbreviated form of "Too hell you ride"...either that or an obscure mineral. Like tellurite, only not. Kinda like manganese. Sounds a bit like mongoose...but it's not. Um...right.)
Yeh. Anywho, I get 27% of whatever I drive. Locally, that tends to cuk, as we only charge, like, 6 bucks to get a person from point a to point b here in Montrose. But...it's $120 a pop to get to Telluride. Nigh-on 30% of that is quite the tastey number. Not to mention all the hot, rich, T-ride hunks putting their very lives in my hands. Heh. Get kind of a kick from that.
Roomies were watching Mary Shelly's Frankenstein the other night. Sat my ass down to watch a bit of it, myself and...Holy Shit. That was John Cleese. John Administrator of the Ministry of Silly Walks Eric the Half-a-Bee Dead Parrot Sit On My Face and Tell Me that You Love Me Hail Hilter Albatross Machine that Goes Bing Leg Bitten Sort of Off We've Got Alot of Books here I'ts a Bookshop Go Away or I'll Taunt You a Second Time Cleese.
Not to mention Ian Holm, Robert DeNiro, Aidan Quinn and a few others worth mentioning.
Good movie.
John Cleese.
End Transmission.
All dark and mysterious and serious and stuff.
And...surprise-surprise...it doesn't involve delving into a great, deep hole in the earth where Dwarves of yore banged on shit with hammers and other manly impliments of rocky destruction.
No. It involves driving rich asses from the local regional airport to Telluride (abbreviated form of "Too hell you ride"...either that or an obscure mineral. Like tellurite, only not. Kinda like manganese. Sounds a bit like mongoose...but it's not. Um...right.)
Yeh. Anywho, I get 27% of whatever I drive. Locally, that tends to cuk, as we only charge, like, 6 bucks to get a person from point a to point b here in Montrose. But...it's $120 a pop to get to Telluride. Nigh-on 30% of that is quite the tastey number. Not to mention all the hot, rich, T-ride hunks putting their very lives in my hands. Heh. Get kind of a kick from that.
Roomies were watching Mary Shelly's Frankenstein the other night. Sat my ass down to watch a bit of it, myself and...Holy Shit. That was John Cleese. John Administrator of the Ministry of Silly Walks Eric the Half-a-Bee Dead Parrot Sit On My Face and Tell Me that You Love Me Hail Hilter Albatross Machine that Goes Bing Leg Bitten Sort of Off We've Got Alot of Books here I'ts a Bookshop Go Away or I'll Taunt You a Second Time Cleese.
Not to mention Ian Holm, Robert DeNiro, Aidan Quinn and a few others worth mentioning.
Good movie.
John Cleese.
End Transmission.
All dark and mysterious and serious and stuff.
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