At times, the universe seems to take on a personality. Perhaps it is God. A higher being. A combined consciousness of all who have come before us. Hmmmm.
Nevertheless, I am certain of one thing, this distant yet oh so close being has a sense of humor. And at times . . . it is a *(^$#&*#^^& morbid sense of humor.
There is one thing that each and every one of us would like to do. NO NOT PAMELA ANDERSON!!! This is something even the ladies among us could join in on. Let's face it. Nothing, nothing at all, could be more satisfying than joining in on a nice Gang Bang Maverick Mission.
I'm right aren't I? Oh but of course. Yes, Maverick, that smart mouthed, little souped up Saturn driving, teenage punkarse, Klingon/Mirak/Lyran, Wesley Crusher wannabe, I so need to get a butt whooping, Maverick.
Can you think of anything more fun that just you an a few buddies drafting him into a mission and then proceeding to make him scream for his mommy? I can't. Heck, I'd pay money for the opportunity.
Well . . . back to the Divine Being . . . Well Mr. Being was in a fresky mood last night. There I was, driving around in my fully loaded Lyran BCF+, which, BTW, could so kick the butt of any Saturn., minding my own business. Suddenly I'm drafted.
Next I see some chat type on my screen. Why it's Maverick. DROOOLLLL. Then it gets better. Blade, in a nice innocent little I-CAY is there also.
"Oh this is too good" I scream (waking some family members and casuing one of them to yell out "Stop looking at porno on the internet Stimpy!!" ) Blade and I are going to sooooo kick his little butt.
Then it happens. I'M GHOSTED!!! THE DARN THING WON'T LOAD. They can't see me. I can't see them!! All I see is the chat print. OH THE AGONY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It was at that point that I heard it . . . far away . . . and yet so near. A subtile, celestial <snicker>
sigh
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