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Post by Tom McLeod on Apr 12, 2005 20:49:25 GMT -5
"Nice job Lysander..." I whisper to myself. I try to make myself comfortable, but the soreness makes it's way even through the sheen of novocaine.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Apr 12, 2005 20:52:02 GMT -5
"It is hard to find a balance between work and fun in such serious times." Bassarov remarks.
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Post by Cris Mason on Apr 12, 2005 20:53:20 GMT -5
I lead him up to the front desk and shut the door to the garage, which gets rid of most of the noise. "Okay, your first option is the flat-rate tune up, which is $120. For that you get your engine timed, new plug wires, cap and rotor, spark plugs, oil and air filters, oil change, coolant and carburetor cleaner. Your muffler should run about $20, provided that it's just the muffler we're talking about. Or instead of your basic tune-up we could get into the preformance stuff..."
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Post by Lysander Bassarov on Apr 12, 2005 20:54:40 GMT -5
"Yah... Balance. Dude! Ok, so there was this seesaw, right, and it didnt blanace cause there was a fat guy on the end. It was freeky, but sweet! Totaly sweet!"
I glance around the room
"It would be so sweet if we threw a party today. Hey, Valodya, can I call you Valodya? Anyway, we should throw a party. You handle the food and drinks, i'll get my Llama friend for entertainment. Sound good?"
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Post by Eric "Bug" Johnson on Apr 12, 2005 20:56:22 GMT -5
I blink a few times. Most of these words go over my head, with the exceptions of 'oil', and 'filter'. I feel as though my pride is wounded being so naive about cars, but try to pass it off as though I know what she's talking about.
"That ah, doesn't sound too bad... How long would that all take, with the oil, and the filters..." I say, making a spinning motion with my finger for some odd reason. "And everything."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Apr 12, 2005 20:56:50 GMT -5
"Maybe we can have a party after we go to Germany." Bassarov suggests.
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Post by Lysander Bassarov on Apr 12, 2005 20:58:16 GMT -5
((gtg guys. Its been fun. Keep it real))
"Sweet! A party! Im so exited, but im too tired. Maybe I'll just take a rest right about now."
I fall onto the bed and fall asleep.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Apr 12, 2005 21:00:05 GMT -5
Bassarov returns to sleep as well. He is tired and still very sore. He closes his eyes and difts into a deep sleep.
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Post by Cris Mason on Apr 12, 2005 21:00:16 GMT -5
I look at what's left on the other two cars, and decide that if I don't fool around and skip my cigarette breaks I'll have time. "Well I can have it done in an hour and a half after I'm done with this." I say as I gesture with my cigarette. "We can settle the bill either now or when I'm finished."
(work time, cya tommorow)
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Nathan Mandela
Provisional Member
President of South Africa
When the water starts boiling it is foolish to turn off the heat.
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Post by Nathan Mandela on Apr 12, 2005 21:00:50 GMT -5
Nathan Mandela's plane arrives in Zaire and he is greeted by a large crowd.
"Mr. Mandela, for safety reasons we're going to ask that you come with us."
Mandela was never one to worry about safety measures, at least not yet. So far no one wanted him assassinated and he could never imagine himself kicking the bucket in a nation as friendly as Zaire. "Please, my good sir, I beg to differ. The people came to greet me and I am going to give them that opportunity," he said in a fatherly tone.
Mandela stepped off of his plane and walked down into the crowd, shaking hands with cheering people and smiling with the crowd. Rather than drive to Kassai's house, he walked there with the crowds around him. As Mandela predicted, no one had a gun to shoot him and no harm came to him on the way to Kassai's home.
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Post by Lamumba on Apr 12, 2005 21:08:21 GMT -5
Kassai greeted Nathan warmly when he arrived at his home. He stepped out of the flat, thatch roofed, almost ranch style home and shook Nathan's hand.
"Glad that you could make it..."
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Post by Eric "Bug" Johnson on Apr 12, 2005 21:20:08 GMT -5
"Yeah let's, let's do that... I mean, let's, bill me after you're done... I'll just, walk. I'll go for a walk." I say, nodding my head, and take a walk around the block, doing my best to kill time until the car's done.
((See you tomorrow!))
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Post by Cambridge Brackenfield on Apr 12, 2005 21:24:57 GMT -5
Cambridge walks around the city, back towards Gorky park. Sie starts looking for Sakari, and becomes worried when sie can't find him.
"What kind of trouble is he in now?"
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Post by Sakari Lehtinen on Apr 12, 2005 21:27:50 GMT -5
"Aces and jacks!!" The exuberant businessman yells, throwing down his pair of Jacks, coupling it to the pair of aces already on the table. "Three aces." Sakari replies, throwing down his single ace. The four people who were watching us let out laughs, and bizarre sounds of sympathy for the poor businessman.
"Damnit! How did you... I so had you!!" He says, getting frustrated. I rake in the cash. "We can end this if you like." I say, with a sympathetic look on his face, knowing that he's not going to agree to that. Just as I say that, the flight attendant's voice comes over the intercom.
"We are now landing in Cobble, please bring your seats into their full upright positions, and observe the no smoking sign. Thank you for flying American Airlines!"
I take my money, and depart the plane.
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Post by Cambridge Brackenfield on Apr 12, 2005 21:31:54 GMT -5
"Sakari, where are you? Always running off and getting in trouble." Cambridge says to hirself, sie shouldn't worry. Sie feels like it is a weakness and that sie is acting out the role of an old fashioned woman.
"Fine, I don't care. I won't act out that role. I don't want to go there. I'll worry about what needs to get done, but you are your own."
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