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391. Posted by Hien (Moderator 3906 posts) 9y

Quoting Purdy

Errr surely we are all off topic considering none of us are Jase or Mikey..............


I guess you're right, and whatever happened to stupid gentlemanly debatatious one-liners?

392. Posted by Isadora (Travel Guru 13926 posts) 9y

They snooze and their thread gets jacked - I recall something like that being the reason this became a thread (in the first place) way back when....

393. Posted by Jase007 (Travel Guru 8870 posts) 9y

Mikey has just anounced that he has become a fully fledged Rangers supporter and painted his home in Royal Blue.
"The future is bright, the future is ORANGE"

394. Posted by kombizz (Full Member 1416 posts) 9y

Who are Jase and Mikey?
Are they lovers?
I do not know who are they?
If you know them, inform me and the rest of us?
By the way do they know George?

395. Posted by Purdy (Travel Guru 3546 posts) 9y

Quoting kombizz

Who are Jase and Mikey?
Are they lovers?
I do not know who are they?
If you know them, inform me and the rest of us?
By the way do they know George?

I seriously cannot wait to see the response to this!!!!!

396. Posted by Isadora (Travel Guru 13926 posts) 9y

Quoting Purdy

Quoting kombizz

Who are Jase and Mikey?
Are they lovers?
I do not know who are they?
If you know them, inform me and the rest of us?
By the way do they know George?

I seriously cannot wait to see the response to this!!!!!

And I don't even know where to start with that response...

George??? George of the Jungle??? Why yes, I think they both know him intimately.

397. Posted by tway (Travel Guru 7273 posts) 9y

OOh...I agree with Purdy. I can't wit to see where this thread goes next. A George sandwich....?

398. Posted by beerman (Respected Member 1631 posts) 9y

No, Jase and Mikey are not lovers.....that would be incestuous. They're brothers (or more correctly, sisters). They are the illegitimate children of Isadora and myself.

You see, it all started a long time ago. It was a dark and stormy night, late April as I recall. Isa and I were driving late at night in our Mitsubishi Dingo, down a long quiet stretch of road in the middle of west Texas. Hurricane Amelia had just wiped out Galveston, and the rain was coming down harder than a plague of locusts on a Kansas wheat field. Suddenly, and from out of nowhere, it started raining fish. Now that may sound strange, but it appears that the hurricane had sucked up a whole school of fish from the Gulf and was now depositing them haphazardly across our windscreen. It was all the wipers could do just to keep the blood and guts from completely obscuring our vision.

Fourteen hours went by, and just as we thought that McDonalds would never serve another Filet-O-Fish sandwich, the fish rain came to an abrupt end. Well let me tell you, that bright sunshine breaking over the northern horizon just about brought smiles to our beleaguered faces. We pulled the battered Dingo off to the side of the Interstate and leapt from the vehicle. You'd think you could find even one lousy tree out in west Texas, but noooooo. Figurin' we'd been drivin' a might too long, Isa broke out the BBQ grill a fixed us a mess o' vittles. It was mighty good too. Nothin' likes beans and fish when you been out on the trail a might too long.

Darkness struck quickly. And with the darkness, terror began to grip the west Texas desert like a puma on a clam. Wildcats was suddenly everywhere, gorging themselves in a blood feast of carp and beans. The moon was full and bright, and blood glistened in the sand. As I turned the ignition key so we could get back on the trail, a most curious sight befell us......there, in the middle of the highway, swaddled and tucked into a tiny basket from the spring Ikea catalog, was two little baby girls. We was dumbstruck. But, like the decent farmin' folks we was, we picked 'em up off the pavement. We brought 'em back to the Dingo and cleaned off the fish offal best we could. What was we gunna do? The little blonde one we called Michaela, after the archangel. The other 'un...well, we was a little stumped on that 'un. But, goin' with the fish theme, we settled on Jasona. Now that the namin' was out of the way, we had us some drivin' ta do.

We managed to limp in to Alamagordo on fumes. I pulled us in to a gas pumpin' station and filled the tank. The man leanin' on the pump asked fer a dollar and 39 cents. I reached into my overalls fer some cash, but found none. It seems we had spent all the money we had on diapers fer the two little 'uns, and tarter sauce. I tried to get the gas man to understand...we had two little 'uns to care for, and we had to be in Los Angeles by Tuesday next. He'd hear nuthin' of it. Desperate, we made a deal with the devil. The gas man could hold onto the young 'uns as collateral until we could get all our fish sold off in LA. We drove glumly on......

Years later, we'd heard that the gas man had sold the girls to a backpacker from Norway. Being the kind hearted sort 'o Norwegian that he was, he did the only thing he could to benefit the young girls.....he brought them to a sex change clinic in Oslo, where their fates would forever be changed. Go figure.

And that's how Jase and Mikey became who they are today....fine, upstanding gentle-people of society. Not lovers, really.

[ Edit: Edited on Oct 9, 2007, at 6:22 AM by beerman ]

399. Posted by marlis (Travel Guru 1167 posts) 9y

oh,oh, Beerman,
what a heartbraking story,I'm swimming in tears......
Marlis

400. Posted by Jase007 (Travel Guru 8870 posts) 9y

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