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I'm really beginning to doubt your abilities to start a war. Oh well. I have some SSBN's at my disposal. i'll just do it myself.

Easy for you to say from the comfort of your nuclear submarine. Meanwhile I'm up here freezing my ass off in a tee-pee. Believe me, no one wants this war started faster than me so I can GTF out of here ASAP.

 
Happens to the best of us. I really don't think we need a press release at this time. Now I am trying to get the prime minister or whatever the hell they call the leader of this shithole to impregnate an Inuit woman so I can use it as blackmail. I will need you to coordinate the "leak" of this to the public.
"More scandal erupts when grainy, amateur video of Greenlands' primeminister & an Inuit woman engaging in what appear to be forced sexual activities surface. . .the 'cultural attache' to Greenland currently had no comment on the timing of this video's surfacing to allegations that the inuit woman was pregnant with his child. . ."

 
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"More scandal erupts when grainy, amateur video of Greenlands' primeminister & an Inuit woman engaging in what appear to be forced sexual activities surface. . .the 'cultural attache' to Greenland currently had no comment on the timing of this video's surfacing to allegations that the inuit woman was pregnant with his child. . ."

I'm tired of arguing about it. I did not have sexual relations with that woman. Seriously.

 
I'm tired of arguing about it. I did not have sexual relations with that woman. Seriously.
trust me, this whole scandal is sucking all my time away from my Mars mission, which i have dubbed "The Blessed Hellride" after Black Label Society's song of same name.

your scandal is kind of like the Rick Pitino thing going on at Louisville. . . was she pregnant?. . .was there an abortion?. . . was it his?. . .. fine time for Flbuff to punk out of his press secretary 'sponsitilities; did he hop a banana boat to Nassau or something? :poking:

 
Good news!

I found a genetic engineer and a willing entomologist, and my plan to live forever as the supreme ruler of America is underway!

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dude, the whole Shelob / Ungoliath thing didn't pan out too well. . .

oh and +100 LOTR!!!

 
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. . . . . . . . scinetists rck . . . . . .

. . . . . u u u u u u h h h h . . . . .

. . . . . out of tequila . . . . .

. . . . . . . . send aspirin . . . . .

 
I'm tired of arguing about it. I did not have sexual relations with that woman. Seriously.
We all have skeletons in our closets, how do you think we climb the ranks here in this administration. Granted that Inuit is a larger skeleton than what I like, but I am not here to judge (anything other than scout out adult talent that is).

 
Okay, so I think I've sobered up enough to start telling some of the stories of the “rest week" spent over at Captain Worley’s, mixing the Gyuh-Hot Scientists from the Fusion Project with the lovely ladies from the Automotive Aerodynamics Research Lab, as was so ordered by the Illustrious Potentate. In his tremendous wisdom, he recognized that we were putting work before play a little too much, even though to me it all seems like play since I truly love my job, but he ordered us to take a break. Let me just say, we went through a LOT of tequila over at CW’s and had a good time “relaxing”, but now we are hard back at work “Getting Our Fusion On” as we like to jokingly say around here when it’s time to get down to business. It’s kind of like our motto.

So the black Humvees dropped us off at the airport, right on the tarmac next to Air Force One, so we just breezed right on. Let me tell you that plane is lush and we started the dancing right away – wall-to-wall plush carpet, nitrogen cooled full bar, margarita machine – “If the jet is a rockin’, don’t bother knockin’” is what it has stenciled on the door. Nice touch there Dleg.

So we get to CW’s, and I hit the bar next to the wind tunnel, and all of the sudden I’ve got a big problem on my hands. See, one of the GHS girls, that I must admit I’ve been interested in in an unprofessional way, and one of the AAR girls it turns out were sorority sisters from way back when, and they fired up a conversation, chatting, giggling, and laughing just like they were back at the sorority house. I started to feel like the third wheel, but then all of the sudden one of them grabbed my knee under the table, and then suddenly the other one also grabbed my other knee, and I started to fear that I was going to have to choose between them, since it seemed like they were both interested. They were still chatting about how much fun they used to have and how they used to do everything together, and then all of the sudden one says, “Hey remember that thing we talked about doing together but never got around to? We should do THAT,” and then they both looked straight at me.

Well, I panicked a little - you know exactly what I was thinking THAT meant - but then I thought, NO WAY, they can’t be thinking THAT, and then I tried to figure out what it was they were really talking about, maybe Scrabble or table tennis or something. So I jumped up and said, “I have to go check on The Captain.”

So I consulted with The Captain and he says, “Heck yeah, THAT’S what they were talking about! Bro’, you need to go for The Belt.” Of course I said, “What’s the Belt?” He explained about how he and a buddy once had a bet that whoever could pull THAT off - and you know what I’m talking about - would be the winner of The Belt, and he even went so far as to have a belt made. He brought it out and it looked like a WCW championship wrestling belt. He said he was once in the running for The Belt, but at the last minute, the pressure of the glory of achieving Belt Status got to him and he had to abort the mission.

So then I start thinking about the pressure of the glory of achieving Belt Status myself and I started to freak out even worse. Visions of The Belt were floating through my head. What if it doesn’t work? What if there’s a system failure? What if the third wheel is outside the design parameters? What if Fusion and Aerodynamics don’t need Management? So much pressure! But CW slapped me across the face and said, “Go for The Belt bro’!” I fixed my hair (it took a few minutes) and out I went to wrestle for The Belt.

The girls were gone.

But just then, I noticed across the way a door to a side room near the wind tunnel slightly ajar, so I went over and peeked inside. What happened next – well, I’d tell you, but stenciled over the AAR Lab it says, “What happens at The Lab, stays at The Lab.” Nice touch, CW.

 
Well, when you're breathing witches brew of nitromethane, nitrous oxide, and oxygen that has been compressed, ignited, and exhauseted, you might see a thing or two that may make you question your sanity.

The Lab is no place for the faint of heart.

 
Are you guys hiring? I think we're all set to go to war up here. I've definitely pissed everyone off, there aren't but 33,000 people up here anyway. Maybe the Illustrious Potentate would see fit to make me the chief of bartending for the administration. I could be in charge of stocking the bars for all of our events and get lots of our enemy politicians drunk so they'll yell inappropriate comments during your speeches to Congress. I mean, look how successful I was with that Joe Wilson character. Two shots of Makers Mark bourbon and that douche bag will say anything.

 
Wolverine: That's what I'M talking about there! Shit, maybe you're VP material. Road guy only showed up once.

Chucktown, just hang in there. Things will warm up, the population will increase. Who knows, Greenland could be the next Hawaii. Just give it some time.

 
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