What if it Snows?

Ohhhh the stories.

Maybe I left him in the yard. Maybe I didn’t. Muahahahahahahaaaaa!

He wanted to go with me. I’m like NOPE. This is my time. You do what you want.

I’m at Farmer Boys picking up some burritos for me and my DM

 

Ok.

So believe it or not, #### just got weird.

It turns out I was only in the foot hills of weird. Well... I just saw the whole Rocky Mountains of bat guano crazy.

 

LOL.....I just knew it would get better.
Really a bull dyke tranny that the US Marshalls are looking for for trafficking under aged Argentinians to the US to work in mobile taco stands?
Am I warm?

 

The STT is actually an undercover special detective with the Belgian government, investigating Peruvian diamond smuggling via alpacas, that are being used to transport known criminals from South America to the US, then Canada. Where the get on small black boats to take them to Europe and sell the diamonds, then come back and put the gold in the Alpacas and take that back to Peru. Where they live like the regular people, so as not to attract attention.

 

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What happens if Shelia hits Dave in the head with the skillet? Can Dave sue you?

 

Good imagination, I commend you. Yet we arent doing it with diamonds, Diamonds is only the cover name. Our operative dropped the cargo in the seat and some trucker washed it away.

 

Lent my 1952 Plymouth to the neighbors for a drive into town for lunch today...it is her Birthday and she was born in 1952, they love my old car. They just sent me a photo their son took of them pulling into their driveway. I said keep it for the whole day, bring it back to me tonight after I get home probably around 7 pm. They came and got it at 6am.

 

LOL

 

So we get to the yard. I get up in the morning and go for a run before it got hot. No preplan yet so I’ve got some time. I walk into the bullpen where all the DM’s are, and a deafening silence fills the room. I’ve got STT in tow. I walk over and talk to my DM and STT introduces himself and then exits for the restroom.

Three DM’s charge my DM’s desk and one of them says “yup, that’s him”. STT used to work at WE and it turns out that he traveled with two life size “dolls” that he talked to 24/7. So the whole time he’s chattering away he’s actually still talking to his inflate-a-dates. The whole room is weirding out. I’m being told all this.

My DM tells someone else, subtlety, that’s the guy with the multiple bodily function accidents.

The whole room is looking at me like I’m training Norman Bates.

There’s a contest going on for a nice BBQ grill for the best trainer. I say out loud “if I survive this, and get him through training I fully expect to win.” The room agreed.

So it turns out I can be bought.

Let me add...again. He’s a nice enough guy just wired differently. Nothing wrong with that.

From now on I’m sleeping with my knife.




PS: I guess there’s other stories. Just like I got them...no one is talking. I probably said too much already, but I gotta admit it’s like I’m in a movie. I just need Jennifer Lawrence to come to life as the doll and to get a load to Area 51 and I’m good then.