The WMD spy satellite reports no suspicious massively destructive whales at the moment; however the lights ashore are pretty. The very bright spot at the center point is likely Caracas, and the jewel-like island to the north is probably Puerto Rico, where they make some rather fine (and entertainingly combustible) rums. The running lights of Gus' current sea-going ride are not visible at this resolution.
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Hey, just what do you mean by "entertainingly combustible rum," Mrs.? The thought of rum combusting's enough to make a grown man cry--not me, but some men.
-- Rosco Hatten
roscoe....
loosely translated: do not request a mai tai and don't mess with the bartender (moi) as she is currently recovering from several *very bad* days. and she has fire batons. as a matter of fact, this would be a very good time to drink scotch.
snuggs
Good Lord, it's only Wednesday... I think I shall stick to simpler beverages (ie., not containing gunpowder) for a few days.
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