Дата публикации: 2017-10-13 04:44
Joe's intention had been to get high enough above the cloud, fire the star cluster rockets attached to the wings, and keep on going, presenting his tail to the blast and hope he had enough altitude to trade if he stalled out. He saw now that it would be impossible to make sure of the detonation. "Jesus, Mary and Joseph and all the saints be with me," Joe breathed a prayer, and pulled the trigger on the star clusters.
At the school where my mother worked, the two first-grade teachers were Miss Paine and Mrs. Hacking. One morning the mother of a student called in the middle of a flu epidemic to excuse her daughter from school.
Is she in Paine or Hacking? the school secretary asked.
She feels fine, said the confused mom. We have company, and I m keeping her home.
Inspiration and words of wisdom for the co-worker whiners among us:
6. I started out with nothing & still have most of it left.
7. I pretend to work. They pretend to pay me.
8. Does your train of thought have a caboose?
9. Suburbia: where they tear out the trees & then name streets after them.
5. Well, this day was a total waste of makeup.
6. Can I trade this job for what s behind door 6?
7. I thought I wanted a career, turns out I just wanted paychecks.
8. Chaos, panic, & disorder - my work here is done.
9. How do I set a laser printer to stun?
It was obvious now what had happened to the first team. This bastard's act had conned them all, including him. But there was no way he was going to chase this guy, this Indian, this WARRIOR, into the brush on his own home turf with just four other guys. We'd be picked off one by one. And Carmichael, sheepdog turned wolf or not, intended to live to collect his pension. Or at least, he reflected, to escape to a non-extradition country if we don't win what is rapidly turning into a civil war.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Abraham," said Ray Marsh kindly, "I didn't mean to startle you." Her mother stood behind the Governor, eyes wide, mouth agape.
Even so, he waited for the Suburban to move as proof of his guess. Yeah, the SUV was faster than he was, but he had a straight line to run to get down there, while the Suburban had to stick to the snaky road. The Suburban moved, and Charlie Quintard began to run.
Stealing the propane company service truck two states away and repainting it in local colors had been tougher than stealing the recoilless rifle and its ammunition from the ski lodge.
That s very good! replied the interviewer.
And now you sir? he asked the second man.
"The one at Dead Man's Hollow (only Charlie pronounced it 'Holler'). Phil's family had a homestead there more than a hundred an' eighty years ago."
A guy came home to his wife and said, Guess what? I ve found a great job. A 65 . start, 7 . finish, no overtime, no weekends and it pays $655 a week!
That s great, his wife said.
Yeah, I thought so too, he agreed. You start Monday.