March 01, 2006

• hehe, yeah, read this earlier. Mind you, they can't stop the Russkies doing whatever they want.
• Worst-case scenario, ball hits a girder, ricochets back, punctures helmet, astroman's head assplodes, fellow astromen panic, throw open the emergency hatch improperly, everybody gets sucked out into space, space station is unmanned, orbit decays, falls onto major urban area and/or nuclear power plant. But I've always been a half-empty sorta guy.
• I assume the dick-out rule is in play?
• Did you hear the that guy who was going to hit broke his arm? He fell off the ball washer. Bwa!
• God, could I use a ball washer right now.
• my husband could get laid-off of his just-in-the-6-figures job...gulp! We're going to have to start drinking cheap bourbon, somebody kill me!
• This is one time when you definitely don't want a hole-in-one! Thanks, I'll be here all week. Try the veal!
• Your married. I'm depressed. Connection?
• randomaction, I can't believe you don't know that my husband and I are godless perverted sickos who like to boink everyone we can get our hands on....then we sell the videos on the internets!
• I'm not claiming its a cure for depression, just a good distraction!!
• 15,000 years from now the alien archaeologists will suffer an accident in orbit that they will never quite figure out.
• Hey, what does this red button do?
• This is the dumbest idea I've ever heard. And I know the Capt. Boink, you say...?
• *tips hat*