sniff, Sniff, SNIIIFFFF
Hmm, thought I recognised the smell.
So you're off on holida^H hiding, going anywhere nice^H safe?
I fear this may be the last copy I ever file, following a chilling warning from the White House regarding stories I may or may not write next week, and which could have devastating consequences for the future of humanity. Earlier today, I ill-advisedly posted a rather tasty flame from "email@example.com", pre-objecting to …
"Accordingly, I'm off to my own reinforced bunker complex until the dust settles. Readers concerned for my welfare should rest assured that I'm taking the missus with me to act as a human shield should Navy SEALs penetrate the defensive cordon and catch me with my pants down. Adios."
So... you're going to the loo? LOL
The men who ride such a chopper have spunk, I'll say that much. I've heard that with stealth and cunning such a chopper can penetrate even the most heavily guarded inner circle. Just be careful it doesn't leave you weeping after unexpectedly breaching your back door one night...
He's going to find himself shadowed by a London bus.
Anyway, I've contracted with the Rain Island Army Union for a personal protection team. Though I'm beginning to with Sergeant Barber had lost his alpenhorn in transit. Led Zeppelin on an alpenhorn fitted with plenum-chamber burning can seem a tad noisy.
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