I was visiting Washington DC that summer. As a reward for deploying a major account I was urged, by the CEO himself, to represent the 20 Biller at the World's premier Trade Show at the DC Convention Center. I was... tired. Maybe even bored. NASA is not a place with no red buttons you know. It's what I do. I press red buttons...
"What does this one do.."
"Sir..."
tension increased... what if it was the dreaded fatal nuclear reaction???
the boss continued on the tour...
After the Trade Show I was abducted, "...at the time against my will..." by an elite squad of the United States Secret Service and taken to a secure facility "...but twenty minutes by road from 'cosmopolitan dc'". I was there perhaps fifty hours and saw, with mine own eyes, the ... extent of US Technology and ... stuff.
To escape from this facility, for it was secure, one had to know the code word. Had to figure it out. I did.
"Sir, this gentleman"
"Mr. Barry"
"This gentleman wants to know exactly what you do."
"I work for the government"
...or just afraid to live... to live..
"Stupid..."
"What did he say?"
"This policeman is acting stupid."
"Why?"
"He is under the influence, obviously Justice Ginsberg, of a foreign power."
Consensus
"gbo gbo wa"
Obama Jumps the Gun
"What do you do exactly?"
"Who the fuck are you?"
"I'm the president of the united states?"
"I don't do anything...
..
exactly...
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment