xsited1
Agent P
Obama is going to be on Leno and I'm considering watching it (depending on who will be the musical guest, of course). That's pretty wild, don't you think?
Follow along with the video below to see how to install our site as a web app on your home screen.
Note: This feature currently requires accessing the site using the built-in Safari browser.
I was interrogated by the Secret Service because someone had emailed the CIA saying that I was threatening the President's (Bush II) life. They came to my apartment right after my buddy and I had smoked a huge bowl out of a bong so my place reeked of marijuana.
They were actually very nice guys. They weren't wearing black suits and ties, just khakis and sport jackets. They looked like 40-something insurance sales men. They told me that they have to investigate any potential threat to the President's life even though most people they interrogate (something like 1,400 a year) are just wackos (So, I guess I'm a wacko). They wouldn't disclose who emailed the CIA about me, but told me not to get into trouble since I now had an FBI file. They also interrogated my parents about me later that week.
I think I know who emailed the CIA. He was my academic nemesis at college - a rightwing, conservative Christian. He had served as an interpreter for the Army at the DMZ in Korea, and while over there met a beautiful Chinese woman whom he married and with whom he had a child. She was extremely nice and treated him like a king. He, in turn, flirted with every young girl in our classes. I hated that asshole, especially for doing things like showing aborted fetuses in a slide show class presentation in our Wilderness Ethics class. He was in my geology class where I sat behind him. I used to make sarcastic comments to him like, "The Grand Canyon isn't millions of years old, God just makes it look that way."
What a fucking buzzkill!
I hope you took time out of you busy day to track that idiot down and kick his fink ass.
I was interrogated by the Secret Service because someone had emailed the CIA saying that I was threatening the President's (Bush II) life. They came to my apartment right after my buddy and I had smoked a huge bowl out of a bong so my place reeked of marijuana.
They were actually very nice guys. They weren't wearing black suits and ties, just khakis and sport jackets. They looked like 40-something insurance sales men. They told me that they have to investigate any potential threat to the President's life even though most people they interrogate (something like 1,400 a year) are just wackos (So, I guess I'm a wacko). They wouldn't disclose who emailed the CIA about me, but told me not to get into trouble since I now had an FBI file. They also interrogated my parents about me later that week.
I think I know who emailed the CIA. He was my academic nemesis at college - a rightwing, conservative Christian. He had served as an interpreter for the Army at the DMZ in Korea, and while over there met a beautiful Chinese woman whom he married and with whom he had a child. She was extremely nice and treated him like a king. He, in turn, flirted with every young girl in our classes. I hated that asshole, especially for doing things like showing aborted fetuses in a slide show class presentation in our Wilderness Ethics class. He was in my geology class where I sat behind him. I used to make sarcastic comments to him like, "The Grand Canyon isn't millions of years old, God just makes it look that way."
What a fucking buzzkill!
I hope you took time out of you busy day to track that idiot down and kick his fink ass.
He'd already moved out of town. His kid had some sort of serious health problems and he and his wife were living in the Ronald McDonald house at a Children's Hospital out of state. He'd waited until he moved before contacting the CIA.
Well damn PC...Wild huh? *thinking* Eau Gallie causeway (use to be a draw bridge now new) my brother and I use to jump off the bridge. We would stand on the other side of the railing, and as a car goes by we would look fearful and jump. It wasn't too far down, maybe 50 yards.
Went driving around in a convertible Rolls-Royce naked, winter time and drank JD.
Typical. the world is overrun with such cowards.
And one wonders why the FBI or secret service didn't take him to task for wasting their time.
I jumped out of an airplane, I tripped on top of a mountain in the middle of a thunderstorm, and I climbed up this ramp to the top of this coliseum...
Some people actually rode their motorcycles up this ramp until they put a fence at the top to stop them.
No I wasn't driving, and it was in Indian Harbor Beach Fla, no police station in that town back in those days.Well damn PC...Wild huh? *thinking* Eau Gallie causeway (use to be a draw bridge now new) my brother and I use to jump off the bridge. We would stand on the other side of the railing, and as a car goes by we would look fearful and jump. It wasn't too far down, maybe 50 yards.
Went driving around in a convertible Rolls-Royce naked, winter time and drank JD.
And never got pulled over?
No I wasn't driving, and it was in Indian Harbor Beach Fla, no police station in that town back in those days.Well damn PC...Wild huh? *thinking* Eau Gallie causeway (use to be a draw bridge now new) my brother and I use to jump off the bridge. We would stand on the other side of the railing, and as a car goes by we would look fearful and jump. It wasn't too far down, maybe 50 yards.
Went driving around in a convertible Rolls-Royce naked, winter time and drank JD.
And never got pulled over?
Well damn PC...Wild huh? *thinking* Eau Gallie causeway (use to be a draw bridge now new) my brother and I use to jump off the bridge. We would stand on the other side of the railing, and as a car goes by we would look fearful and jump. It wasn't too far down, maybe 50 yards.
Went driving around in a convertible Rolls-Royce naked, winter time and drank JD.
Well it was years ago and the roads were not that populated as now. Not to mention it was night time. It sounds more than it was.
Let Pale and I know where the old guy lives. We'll take him out for a little ride.Left an abusive man(almost died) with two kids in diapers, no money, no home, no job....I got a job, pulled myself up from the bootstraps. As soon as I was on my feet, my charming prince arrived.