Melisso Jettison reviewed the manifest.
- Melisso Jettison reviewed the manifest. Fifteen solar tons of chrysanthemum flowers in the hold, for the tea drinkers of the outer rim. When did spacefaring become so humdrum? He
- read further down the list. "Granola for Ganymede's New Utopians, WD-40 for Alpha Centari" Captain Jettison, owner of Gett'er Done! Space Shipping, wished he was a pirate again.
- To alleviate the drudgery he illegally opened a Granola bar & took a bite. Capt. Jettison began to hear thoughts from the ship crew. Who was smuggling telepathic drugs to Ganymede?
- And then Capt. Jettison, choked. His airways closed off. He strength drained. He looked at the granola bar, it was a Luna Bar...his kryptonite. The ship's crew would mutiny if
- they detected any hint of femininity. Capt. Jettison flipped the channel toward Spike TV, but on the way he came across this touching melodrama about a mother of... GAH! NO!.. Must
- have forgotten to turn the stove off! Black smoke was billowing from the kitchen! Where's the damn cat?! Through the blaring fire alarms, Capt. Jettison could hear the cat mewling.
- But Capt Jettison was tired of rescuing cats. So, instead he went to the bar to get smashed. Upon entering the bar, he was greeted by drunk. " Want to make a bet?, he said. Capt
- declared that the bet would take place in three phases: Round 1 ("your mom" jokes), Round 2 (baking contest), and then Round 3 would be a classic cowboy shootout.
- Should they both be wounded in the final round & live there would be a bonus round to break the tie. They would have to race St. Bernards through Alaska in December dressed as clow
- ns. The winter weather worsened as the two contestants donned their clown snowshoes and climbed aboard the giant dogsleds. They raced across the icy tundra towards the finish line.
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- 2012-02-01 20:38:09
- Finished
- 2015-12-10 15:21:48
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SlimWhitman Dec 10 2015 @ 17:46
LOL Idatarod, Foldingstory-style.
SlimWhitman Dec 10 2015 @ 17:47
argghh. I mean Iditarod, Foldingstory-style.