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Thursday, October 14. 2004My OnStar ExperienceOnStar: Hello, OnStar. SaltySeaDog: Hey, so, I got an important package in the trunk, but I think I locked my keys in with it when I was dispatching…er…loading it. OnStar: Not a problem, sir, I’m unlocking the trunk now. SaltySeaDog: [sound of trunk opening] Whooo…Jesus, that stinks! OnStar: Are you OK, sir? SaltySeaDog: Yeah, yeah. I just got to get rid of this package as soon as possible. Say, can you give me directions to an abandoned quarry, or maybe some remote wooded spot where I could leave my package? OnStar: Sure thing. I’m showing that there’s an empty shaft at an old silver mine three miles southwest of your location. SaltySeaDog: Perfect! That’s great, perfect. I’m going to need a car wash, too. Someplace discreet, if you know what I’m saying. OnStar: Absolutely, sir. You and OnStar are speaking the same language. Comments
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