ChapterThe very existence of us Second Chinese boys thwarted all plans of this flower-like drivel making even a shred of sense. By the time Bastidge showed up again at 12 noon along with a handful of Mason warriors, Woman Wu was heading for leapfrogging over Europe by ship. Conservative estimates that the U.S. Navy had lost approximately 100,000 troops on board by a quarter to six did not even phase her, even though some place The Fraternity's net worth today at between $30 to $35. "I knew something was on today," replied the CIA to the question of whether a sudden storm in Central Asia may be justified as well. Bastidge believes there may be way too many thinking civilians. On dark summer nights a single shipment of original ideas may exceed $1 billion on today's market.
"I'm mortified to see that you've changed the title and have filed a claim," Bastidge said. "Charging the U.S. government's main fleet will likely make their feelings hurt." He absently scratched his belly while staring out the window. "The gloss and burnish of General Mac's hair simply puts me under. I suppose that better covers the under-age tints of 'Central Asia' I've used so far. Somebody ought to shoot a simple prayer all over her face, no side shots will need to be removed today."
Unfortunately, my experience requires metal to be found in each of every writer's playing the flute, followed by a sincere explanation of exactly why this only seems to happen on dark summer nights, with or without a companion. What has been heard of other mens' lives? Many are easy-going, funny, honest SWMs with emotional needs and appreciation of others' feelings for their father, mother, and stepfather. Some like movies. (Cut to possible glimmer of B. shoving his nose up Dan's ass for a 4% tip and apologizing profusely in fluent Japanese).
"Of course I did, dear boy. And why not? Don't you know that it is very foolish folk who only talk sense all the time?"
"Well, I'm doing too little to understand such a driving question," admitted Dapper Dan. "Plus, well… now my butt itches."
"Oh, you in good health for your stingy age," said Woman Wu. But her body felt rather ashamed of saying such a thing. She didn't even have a justifiable reason for never telling the child it was too little to be considered confused, illogical, unreasonable. "Motherfucker," she murmured in an injured tone.
"Remember that most people are so wide sometimes as to be lacking a rock-solid argument," said Dan. "Or, deficient in a certain element, will be violating a key point." If so, he thought to himelf, the agreement would be considered null and void quo hoctor proct, and much of the Very Secret Eight-Page List will be at best only a short distance from more details and information. Dan couldn't help but wonder, the gulf between theory and practice does indeed grow.
"Would you have liked to live?"
Woman Wu cleared her throat severely. "It is very ungrateful of you to ask."
