Fodmodmadtol
06-09-2004, 18:07
To the International Community,
Whilst sailing from the Indian Ocean bound for The North Pacific, the Prime Minister came across something odd. Boredom. Due to this, 'boredom,' she has seen it fit to visit any and all open ports we come across, in an International Potluck. She would like to invite any and all heads of state aboard the Imperial Yacht for some friendly chatting, and asks only that you bring some food. Good food. If you would like by chance a nice little sea-bound vacation for a week or so, or a little oven-side chat with the Prime Minister, drop us a line and we'll stop by.
-Aide to the Prime Minister
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"How's that?"
"Lamer than my legs."
"If I may say so ma'am, Gasp."
"What, too soon? Eh, to the galley!"
http://www.vectronic-aerospace.com/Image_Gallery/TUBSAT-N/Submarine.jpg
Whilst sailing from the Indian Ocean bound for The North Pacific, the Prime Minister came across something odd. Boredom. Due to this, 'boredom,' she has seen it fit to visit any and all open ports we come across, in an International Potluck. She would like to invite any and all heads of state aboard the Imperial Yacht for some friendly chatting, and asks only that you bring some food. Good food. If you would like by chance a nice little sea-bound vacation for a week or so, or a little oven-side chat with the Prime Minister, drop us a line and we'll stop by.
-Aide to the Prime Minister
----- -----
"How's that?"
"Lamer than my legs."
"If I may say so ma'am, Gasp."
"What, too soon? Eh, to the galley!"
http://www.vectronic-aerospace.com/Image_Gallery/TUBSAT-N/Submarine.jpg