Or has anyone done that already? either we use a balloon or any sort of transportation.
I guess most overseas people will say that most of us Americans don't like to see breasts in tv but like to see violence, and they'll either judge us or oppose us for reasons.
Posted by Taalcon (Member # 839) on :
Now that thar, folks, is what we call a "Non Sequitor".
Take note.
Posted by Zotto! (Member # 4689) on :
...what?
Edit: Dang, Taal, ya beat me to it.
[ April 15, 2004, 02:03 AM: Message edited by: Zotto! ]
Posted by MEC (Member # 2968) on :
I think this is in refrence to the new disney film coming out.
Anyway, I wouldn't go around the world in 80 days, It's just to long of a period of time, maybe when I'm old and retired.
Posted by skillery (Member # 6209) on :
Dang it Taal. I was just getting ready to drive home from work. I won't be able to drive straight, let alone see. Forget the round the world thing. My sides ache.
want2write: You're talking about the in-flight movie right? I think after 80 days in the air we won't care if they show breasts on the little TVs.
[ April 29, 2004, 06:08 PM: Message edited by: skillery ]
Posted by Danzig (Member # 4704) on :
... and after striving for so long, I finally returned to the same place I had fled from so long ago. The food was rotten, the mirror smashed, and there were burn marks upon the wall.
Posted by T_Smith (Member # 3734) on :
Day one:
We couldn't have picked a worse day to start off on. It was rainy, cold and windy, and thunder cracked loudly in the back ground, giving an ominous warning to myself and my travel companions. With me, are the esteemed Dr. Goat Ph. D, Zotto, a native of some foreign unidentifyable island who will be my translator, and Hobbes, our engineer and Mr. Fix-it, with a mean streak that said if you looked at him in the wrong way, he'd eat your face. Mr. Taalcon, our gracious rich benefactor, has provided for us an automobile that will take us to the coast, provided that nothing goes wrong. With me, I am taking a canteen, a map, matches, compass, flashlight, knife, and a bag of smurfs for finding food, or using to trap wild animals. So far, everything is going fine, Hobbes is driving the car, and the dirt road we are traveling on seems stable, despite the light rain. Dr. Goat ominiously smoked his pipe the whole way.
Posted by Danzig (Member # 4704) on :
Where was it? The last item for my collection, as its sibling was first, I had sought after it despite the sacrifices I had made or would make for it. Armor of the most subtle type that could make a man endure anything for the night, as long as that morning never came. The rain was coming down now. It fell through a hole in the corner of the ceiling. I felt for my pipe.
Posted by Speed (Member # 5162) on :
Excellent idea, Nate. If you can keep it up for 80 days, I'll buy you a coke.
I've got one question, though. Can I come along? I'll even contribute the pictures of England and the Mediterranean when I get there.
Posted by T_Smith (Member # 3734) on :
Speed, I'll include you once I get to Spain and am forced to be a cook for a gang of hookers.
Posted by Speed (Member # 5162) on :
Right on. I'll be your source for bricks of black tar heroin that you can use to placate your harem. See you in Europe.
Posted by skillery (Member # 6209) on :
T_Smith, if Hobbes is driving then you should go in the WHAM-MOBILE .
Posted by T_Smith (Member # 3734) on :
Want to know whats really sad? Do a google search for "wham-mobile."
Posted by skillery (Member # 6209) on :
Hey, how did Hobbes' Hatrack thread rate a Google hit?
Wait, wasn't Hobbes telling us earlier that Google is going public? That's it! Hobbes works for Google! He's gonna be an IPO millionaire.
[ April 29, 2004, 09:43 PM: Message edited by: skillery ]
Posted by Alexa (Member # 6285) on :
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Posted by Alexa (Member # 6285) on :
whole is "w" it doesn't sound like it tho. "h" no "wh" then "o" then "l" then "e," now that makes sense to me.
Posted by T_Smith (Member # 3734) on :
Day 2 (cause free coke is free coke!)
Around 1 in the morning, we arrived at a very shoddy hotel in the mountains, and from the date posted on the door, it proved that the laws of entropy were much faster than one imagined. Also, it suggested the owners were not exactly the best care takers. All of this could have just been the effects of the rain and lightning, but I somehow doubt the rain and lightning had anything to do with the bear that was resting on the front porch. Zotto, knowing more about nature and animals than the rest of us, calmly walked past the bear; the rest of us followed in a not so calm way. The floor boards creeked ominously (because the author really really likes that word) as we made our way to the front desk, with a half asleep clerk claiming dominion over it. The maximum was 2 people per room, and I quickly chose Zotto, because if we were to be seperated, I'd much rather be seperated with someone who could get us back to civilization alive.
We awoke in the morning to even more rain than before, and the smell of nothing even remotely close to breakfast filling the room. We all decided to get some breakfast at a local resteraunt, and when we got downstairs, the bear was walking around the lobby. Deciding that things like that were best left unnoticed, we continued out the door. After breakfast we grabbed our things, Dr. Goat lit up his pipe, and we hopped in our automobile and began to drive off. Until we hit the bear. It would have made it much more simple if the bear had just died, instead, it seemed to just really piss it off. Unfortunately, it ruined our car, which would no longer run. Fortunately, I had smurfs for just such an occassion. I tossed the little blue creature out the window, which took one look at the bear and ran for the woods. The bear followed as if he were a cat and the smurf a mouse.
Mr. Hobbes assessed the damage as inrepairable, which just goes to show you that everything is fixable until a mechanic looks at it. Having no ideas at present, we decided to stay another day, each of us splitting off and doing what we do best. Dr. Goat and Mr. Hobbes both found a nice bar, Zotto went out into the woods for whatever reason in this weather, and I stayed at the hotel, occassionally playing the piano, conversing with passersby and taking a nap on the couch. Through all of this I have found hidden recipes hid in the piano, legends of ghosts further out east, and enough dust to literally make a dust bunny.
(PS, if you want to take a shot at this, please, go for it)
Posted by Alucard... (Member # 4924) on :
I would rather go around the world in a low orbit, where this ball of dirt we call Earth actually looks like something worth cherishing. But I don't need a new outlook on life or anything... Posted by T_Smith (Member # 3734) on :
Day 3
It wasn't until about midafternoon when a solution presented itself. It seemed the hotel owners son owns a truck, and will be traveling from this point on to the coast. After drawing straws, I was able to sit in the front seat, while the rest of them rode in the back, conversing among themselves, while I talked to the owners son. He explained to me about the recipe's I found when I brought them up, and how they were supposed to be a family secret, one that he didn't care too much for.
I looked back and saw the doctor and the mechanic drinking some liqour, before the car took a dip into a gutter carved into the road. I turned around again, and noticed Zotto had vanished, and a ticked off Hobbes and Dr. Goat scrambling to their feet, only to have them knocked back down by men that dropped from the trees, and held them down. A fine looking gentleman rapped the window on the drivers seat, and once it was down, demanded all the drivers money. The driver, being a young lad, foolishly reached for the gun next to his seat, and in an instant, was dead. The gentleman then looked my way, and demanded the same thing, only before he was able to finish his sentence, he disappeared under the car. After a few seconds, the screaming stopped. The two that held my companions, exchanged curious glaces, until the Zotto's foot connected to their faces simultaneously. A drunken Dr. Goat and Mr. Hobbes, thrashed out against their assailants, and after they were unconscious, Dr. Goat took out his scalpal and scalped them, wrapping their hair in the shirt of our former driver. After finding a shovel in the truck, we buried the driver and out assailants and continued our way, Hobbes driving, and Dr. Goat satisfyingly smoking his pipe, until we arrived at the next city, and sought out the hotel, where we crashed for the night.
Posted by tt&t (Member # 5600) on :
Aww, Zotto's a hero!
Posted by MEC (Member # 2968) on :
ewh ewh! you're down one member, can I join?
[ May 03, 2004, 09:02 AM: Message edited by: MEC ]
Posted by T_Smith (Member # 3734) on :
We're not down a member, Zotto just has really good survival instincts and was hiding under the car, then attacked the two that dropped from the tree.
Posted by MEC (Member # 2968) on :
Oh, I thought the driver was a new member of your party. oh well.
Posted by T_Smith (Member # 3734) on :
No, I just wanted people to die. And I wanted his truck. Actually, to be honest, Goat wanted people to die. He's a murdering psychopath, that one is.
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