Tuesday, January 03, 2006
A tail of an idle-jet.
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An exhausted jet-fuel supply finally ended Secret Attack Squirrel's radical tail-spin maneuver, which led to these panting words: "I am not a happy squirrel this morning. I want coffee--decaf'--four aspirine, a bottle of gin...no, make that two bottles, a box of soda crackers & three cans of beans. And make it snappy thank you very much."
That was two hours ago and our valiant hero is just now getting back into some vague semblance of a usual & customary routine...ergo SAS's ERT has removed the retaining staple from Secret's tail and taken a guarded position at the SAS Global Headquarters hanger door--ready to scramble in the event of an accidental fartbomb release, which could come at any time, and without notice.
With one (crossed) eye taped shut, Secret Attack Squirrel has just turned to the usual and coustomary early-morning routine of blog-surfing is search of a mission that can be undertaken without leaving the SAS HQ tree-house; unfortunately, nothing along these lines has yet presented itself and Secret is becomming increasingly restless, which the Emergency Response Team finds increasingly alarming...they have since locked forepaws and are ready to pounce should the need arise, but one was overheard asking the other two, "Can't we just git while the gittin's good?"---one replied, "No," and the other said, "Can we vote on that?"...this third member of the ERT is the same as was lauched into the railroad yards yesterday and, fortuitously, landed in a carload of shredded W-House documents dating back to the beginning of the Plamegate investigation...it was a deep load.
Uh-oh...judging from experience, it would appear that Secret Attack Squirrel may be preparing for yet another.......
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An exhausted jet-fuel supply finally ended Secret Attack Squirrel's radical tail-spin maneuver, which led to these panting words: "I am not a happy squirrel this morning. I want coffee--decaf'--four aspirine, a bottle of gin...no, make that two bottles, a box of soda crackers & three cans of beans. And make it snappy thank you very much."
That was two hours ago and our valiant hero is just now getting back into some vague semblance of a usual & customary routine...ergo SAS's ERT has removed the retaining staple from Secret's tail and taken a guarded position at the SAS Global Headquarters hanger door--ready to scramble in the event of an accidental fartbomb release, which could come at any time, and without notice.
With one (crossed) eye taped shut, Secret Attack Squirrel has just turned to the usual and coustomary early-morning routine of blog-surfing is search of a mission that can be undertaken without leaving the SAS HQ tree-house; unfortunately, nothing along these lines has yet presented itself and Secret is becomming increasingly restless, which the Emergency Response Team finds increasingly alarming...they have since locked forepaws and are ready to pounce should the need arise, but one was overheard asking the other two, "Can't we just git while the gittin's good?"---one replied, "No," and the other said, "Can we vote on that?"...this third member of the ERT is the same as was lauched into the railroad yards yesterday and, fortuitously, landed in a carload of shredded W-House documents dating back to the beginning of the Plamegate investigation...it was a deep load.
Uh-oh...judging from experience, it would appear that Secret Attack Squirrel may be preparing for yet another.......
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# posted by call me crazy @ 3:44 AM 
