Corrupt my wish

[Clark1961]

I wish we had eaten at Princeton, instead of Sam's Cowderhouse for lunch. It was just OK, except for the great view.

Granted, you ate at Princeton. Now you have to 'splain airline tickets to New Jersey to your wife. And the food, well, it was leftover fish from before the storm. You were in the lav the entire flight back.

I wish I could work from home tomorrow.

 

[John221us]

Granted, you are working from home, due to the fact that you are highly contagious. You aren't real productive though, as you are running for the toilet every 10 minutes.

I wish I had a hot fudge Sunday.

 

[Sac Arrow]

Most def the best place to eat in HMB is the Princeton Seafood Company. They have hella good crab sandwiches.

Granted, last Sunday you were arrested for trespass (you lost your ticket to the Maverics event and tried to sneak in) and you were locked up. What a coincidence that Bubba was serving time in the San Mateo county jail for involuntary manslaughter due to rectal carnage, and he gave you a hot fudge.

I wish that a: We got MLK day off, and b: I could take it on some other day than today, as traffic wasn't bad at all.

 

[flygirl34q]

OK... floating holiday granted. But, unfortunately, on the day you do decide to use it, it turns out that Bubba gets released from jail and sees you biking on the beach in your spandex shorts. Parole won't be the only thing that gets violated.

I wish I knew how to ride a motorcycle.

 

[Sac Arrow]

OK... floating holiday granted. But, unfortunately, on the day you do decide to use it, it turns out that Bubba gets released from jail and sees you biking on the beach in your spandex shorts. Parole won't be the only thing that gets violated.

I wish I knew how to ride a motorcycle.

Granted. But in an attempt to outdo your buddy Sac, you go out and buy a brand new BMW K1600 GT, become a pro stunna, and ride it like this guy. Problem is, you have to sell your plane, and you lose all interest in flying.

I wish I could use brackets for my lists, e.g. a), ect... without invoking autosmilies. It fails when I get to "b".

 

[John221us]

Granted. But in an attempt to outdo your buddy Sac, you go out and buy a brand new BMW K1600 GT, become a pro stunna, and ride it like this guy. Problem is, you have to sell your plane, and you lose all interest in flying.

I wish I could use brackets for my lists, e.g. a), ect... without invoking autosmilies. It fails when I get to "b".

Granted, but you are forced to use the Roman Numeral system to get it done. Unfortunately, you get confused, when use use the letter I and think you are 9 items into your list, when you are really just starting and miss most of your list.

I wish I wasn't dealing with unhappy people today.

 

[Sac Arrow]

Granted, you aren't dealing with unhappy people. You are dealing with persons of challenged satisfaction, who, remind you never again to use that politically incorrect term in reference to them. Snickering, you make an offhand comment on how gay their behavior is, and they immediately jump on the phone to the ACLU and blacklist your company.

I wish traffic could be this light every day.

 

[woodstock]

Granted, you aren't dealing with unhappy people. You are dealing with persons of challenged satisfaction, who, remind you never again to use that politically incorrect term in reference to them. Snickering, you make an offhand comment on how gay their behavior is, and they immediately jump on the phone to the ACLU and blacklist your company.

I wish traffic could be this light every day.

Granted. But the world is now post-apocalyptic and you have a strange yearning for Honey Boo-Boo.

I wish I had written my Xmas cards in November. No, I haven't sent any yet. I guess they will be "holiday greetings" when I do...

 

[Sac Arrow]

Granted. But the world is now post-apocalyptic and you have a strange yearning for Honey Boo-Boo.

I wish I had written my Xmas cards in November. No, I haven't sent any yet. I guess they will be "holiday greetings" when I do...

Granted, they are all filled out and still sitting on the counter top. You abruptly stopped filling them out when you found out Honey Boo Boo is a relative of yours.

I wish this new online FAA medical thing wasn't such a protracted process.

 

[saracelica]

The FAA medical thing isn't a protracted process. You just have a lot to fill in evidentally. I mean with all those "hospital" visits we've sent you on and the trips to jail that's going to take some work to tell the FAA and explain it. I don't think saying "See 'Corrupt my wish' on Pilotsofamerica.com" would satisfy the FAA.

I wish the work day was over and I was in my pajamas for the night.

 

[Sac Arrow]

The FAA medical thing isn't a protracted process. You just have a lot to fill in evidentally. I mean with all those "hospital" visits we've sent you on and the trips to jail that's going to take some work to tell the FAA and explain it. I don't think saying "See 'Corrupt my wish' on Pilotsofamerica.com" would satisfy the FAA.

I wish the work day was over and I was in my pajamas for the night.

Actually, the FAA would probably be fairly disturbed at this thread.

Granted, you just slipped on that black lace sheer nightgown. But it's just past lunch time at the office, and your boss thinks your new afternoon attire suggests that you want to sleep all afternoon and that is not conducive to productivity, therefore your work day is immediately ended. Actually, your work week, for that matter.

'Cept it gets worse. That same security guard, the little perve that looks like Pee Wee Herman in a Rentacop uniform, gets a surveillance video clip of you in your nightie. Needing a few extra bucks, he sells it to an Indian porn ring, where you have vile little perves with bad English accents licking their chops. Probably best to stay out of India right now. I know you were about to book tickets and all, just sayin.

I wish I wasn't already done with lunch at 11:40 in the morning.

 

[John221us]

Granted, not just lunch, but dinner too (or is that supper?). Your hunger got the best of you and you devoured an entire tritip that was on queue for the potluck. You are not popular at the office today.

I wish my email box would clean itself out.

 

[ebykowsky]

Granted, all your emails are now gone... Including the one that says you won a free Nexus 7! Now, you'll be doomed to use an Ipad in the cockpit for all eternity--even after the Android platform finally gets enough apps to beat Apple out.

I wish I had started this 3 page paper a few days ago. I thought it was only a few sentences until I read the assignment... goodbye sleep

 

[Sac Arrow]

Granted, you started that three page paper three days ago. Except it really was only three sentences (there was an addendum to the assignment) but you already ended up with three pages of hack obtained by plageristic hotlinking.

Except, the Internet site you hotlinked to in order to obtain your three page essay managed to turn a very nice dissertation on ethics in to a jumbled mess of nonsense couple with repeated pictures of a horse's posterior. As a result, your paper not only fails, but it ends up at the Dean's office, and you are ejected from the university.

I wish that the terms "breakfast", "lunch" and "dinner/supper" could be used consistently throughout the country. It can be confusing in some of the threads as to which meal "supper" and sometimes "dinner" really is, based on regionality.

True story by the way - I woke up in my university dorm room, and realized I had like a five page essay due on some sort of technical ethics issue that afternoon. And then the power went out. Bad, bad timing. I grabbed my electric typewriter (yes, I had access to a computer, but, with no power....) and headed off campus to find a place with an outlet. Burger King, no luck. McDonalds, no luck. Random doctor's office waiting room, luck! I set my typewriter up and started banging away. The patients were looking at me kind of weird. The receptionist came over as asked "Can I help you?" To which I replied "Can you type?".

They left me alone and I got my paper done in about an hour. Got a B on it.

 

[John221us]

Granted, you started that three page paper three days ago. Except it really was only three sentences (there was an addendum to the assignment) but you already ended up with three pages of hack obtained by plageristic hotlinking.

Except, the Internet site you hotlinked to in order to obtain your three page essay managed to turn a very nice dissertation on ethics in to a jumbled mess of nonsense couple with repeated pictures of a horse's posterior. As a result, your paper not only fails, but it ends up at the Dean's office, and you are ejected from the university.

I wish that the terms "breakfast", "lunch" and "dinner/supper" could be used consistently throughout the country. It can be confusing in some of the threads as to which meal "supper" and sometimes "dinner" really is, based on regionality.

True story by the way - I woke up in my university dorm room, and realized I had like a five page essay due on some sort of technical ethics issue that afternoon. And then the power went out. Bad, bad timing. I grabbed my electric typewriter (yes, I had access to a computer, but, with no power....) and headed off campus to find a place with an outlet. Burger King, no luck. McDonalds, no luck. Random doctor's office waiting room, luck! I set my typewriter up and started banging away. The patients were looking at me kind of weird. The receptionist came over as asked "Can I help you?" To which I replied "Can you type?".

They left me alone and I got my paper done in about an hour. Got a B on it.

Did I miss your wish?

 

[Sac Arrow]

Granted, you started that three page paper three days ago. Except it really was only three sentences (there was an addendum to the assignment) but you already ended up with three pages of hack obtained by plageristic hotlinking.

Except, the Internet site you hotlinked to in order to obtain your three page essay managed to turn a very nice dissertation on ethics in to a jumbled mess of nonsense couple with repeated pictures of a horse's posterior. As a result, your paper not only fails, but it ends up at the Dean's office, and you are ejected from the university.

I wish that the terms "breakfast", "lunch" and "dinner/supper" could be used consistently throughout the country. It can be confusing in some of the threads as to which meal "supper" and sometimes "dinner" really is, based on regionality.

True story by the way - I woke up in my university dorm room, and realized I had like a five page essay due on some sort of technical ethics issue that afternoon. And then the power went out. Bad, bad timing. I grabbed my electric typewriter (yes, I had access to a computer, but, with no power....) and headed off campus to find a place with an outlet. Burger King, no luck. McDonalds, no luck. Random doctor's office waiting room, luck! I set my typewriter up and started banging away. The patients were looking at me kind of weird. The receptionist came over as asked "Can I help you?" To which I replied "Can you type?".

They left me alone and I got my paper done in about an hour. Got a B on it.

Did I miss your wish?

Apparently.

 

[John221us]

Granted, well... Diana explained it to me in some detail. It appears that dinner is the real questionable one (although, growing up in California, dinner is the only term we used). It appears that supper is always the late meal. Dinner can be lunch or supper. Here is the enlightening thread: http://www.pilotsofamerica.com/forum/showthread.php?t=52766&highlight=supper

I wish I could work from home today.

 

[Sac Arrow]

Granted, well... your houskeeper is reading your POA posts over your shoulder, and is now truly confused about dinner and supper (her English reading comprehension somewhat lags her spoken English skills, which aren't terribly great to begin with) and you bust out with something like this:

"Marcia del Fuego, can you please pick me up some dinner?" Mind you, it's 10:08 PST currently.

"I do theese for you Senor John."

You are all engrossed in work, troubleshooting this, reading that, answering this, responding to that, posting to POA, selling on Ebay, watching midget porn, when you glance over at the dining room table an hour later only to see that Marcia has the table set up with your best china and silverware, candle light, filet mignon in sauteed mushroom sauce, mixed green salad, rice pilaf and some french bread, and a bottle of Carlos Rossi.

"Marcia, sweetie, this looks really great and all, but I was kind of expecting that at 6:30 p.m." Then - the GF walks in. She figured she would surprise you with lunch. She has a foot long Subway club sandwich in hand. And she sees Marcia there, with the bottle of wine, elaborate, intimate meal, and immediately suspect the very worst. Marcia del Fuego has a fiery temper herself, and the two ladies really get in to it and end up tearing the whole place up.

Let's just say, your productivity for the day has been.... compromised. Plus that filet was NOT cheap, and it's presently somewhere scattered over the neighbor's yard.

I wish I had house in Sausalito.

 

[John221us]

Granted, but it is a "floating home" or in other words a houseboat. Due to age and neglect, it started taking on water three weeks ago and you now have 2 inches of water in your "living room".

I wish could of had some of that filet, before it hit the lawn.

 

[Sac Arrow]

Granted. While this catfight was going on, Marcia's husband, Carmon Del Machete, who's occupation is the lead fighter on the Mexican National Sumo Wrestling Team shows up, hoping to surprise Marcia for lunch as well. Well, not really, he was actually hoping to catch you going Petraeus on Marcia, as he was suspicious something was wrong the whole time.

It's a good thing that you have a stick frame house instead of a concrete block or a brick home - the exit through the ceiling and roof after Carmon tosses you is survivable although with debilitating injury. As you fly through the air, you're able to snag a piece of that filet and pop it in to your mouth just before impalement on the ornimental brass unicorn in your neighbor's yard. Good thing it's tender - you have no teeth left. You live just long enough to gum it in to a form you can swallow.

I wish people wouldn't buy filet at $16.99 a pound. When they do it ensures that the price remains astronomically high. We need food prices to drop, not rise.

 

[John221us]

Granted, you lead the boycott on steak. A nation wide movement begins and soon the countries meat industry is in dire straights. The government is "forced" to subsidize the industry, to artificially prop up prices. Sure, you can get a filet now for $10 a pound, but your taxes are now paying the difference and as the leader of the movement, you are forced to eat your beef covertly. Eventually you get caught and your face is plastered over every two bit tabloid and you become the next Lindsay Lohan.

I wish I hadn't had Mexican and Indian food yesterday. My stomach still hasn't recovered.

 

[Sac Arrow]

Granted, but you manage to offend no less than two key clients. For lunch, you take Roberto Salinas to a German food restaurant. He kind of picks at his bockwurst and thinks "This ain't no damn chorizo" and by the way why don't the freakin' krauts have something equivalent to a tortilla. And while YOU may like sauerkraut, Roberto's stomach is now churning from it. There goes one two hundred thousand dollar account.

Then, you blow it twice. You take Rajeev Sanjay to that really great barbeque place down the street and order up lots of ribs and brisket. You ignored all the subtle hints that something vegetarian and spicy would have been nice. Thai would have worked. Then you had to make all those really bad Hindu jokes. Oh well, it was just a measly hundred grand account anyway.

I wish I was in Half Moon Bay today chowing down on some seafood. I'd take a big ol Salmon and just eat the thing raw. Well, I'd put some salad on it or eat some salad too. Gotta have greens.

 

[John221us]

Granted, you headed to HAF, but with 3 mile vis, you decided you better drive. When you finally get to Princeton at about 2:00, you are starving. You order up a raw salmon salad. They tell you that they have to cook the salmon. Because you are so hungry, you are not thinking clearly and end up in a big fight with the waiter. They kick you out and tell you that you are not welcome to come back, ever. You are still hungry, so you walk down to the pier and see some old bait fish lying on the dock. You grab it and start to eat. Soon you are in the back of an ambulance, heading for another date with a stomach pump.

I wish the vis would improve a little at LHM today. I need to go do an MX flight.

 

[Sac Arrow]

Hmm, visibility appears to be 5 sm visibility with a 5,000 foot ceiling right now. But granted - visibility is now CAVU. But, there is a big fat NOTAM surrounding KLHM - "No MX flights allowed." You go up on one anyway, and have a very clear, unlimited view of a pair of F-16's headed straight your way. On guard frequency, the lead plane asks you "Are you on an MX flight?" Shaking, you figure you better tell the truth lest the ensuing FAA investigation will dig it out anyway. So you say yes. Unfortunately, you had no idea how strongly DHS is against MX flights. The second AIM-9 fired at you completely misses. The first one left it with nothing more to hit.

I wish I layed off the potato chips (pun intended) last night. I feel all jacked up today.

 

[John221us]

Granted, the box of Nilla Wafers was waaaay more tempting and then, someone left a box of donuts by your office, this morning. Jacked up doesn't begin to describe how you feel. You are going to need to plan for at least 3 hours of cardio this afternoon.

I wish I had more interesting work today. This documentation stuff is kind of boring.

 

[Skylane81E]

Granted, you are brutally murdered in a Robert gone wron.

I wish my mind weren't so dark.

 

[ebykowsky]

Granted: Instead of having chips, you feel hungry and go out for a late night supper, wanting to get a bit of salmon after last night's bad experience with the stomach pump and the baitfish. However, when you ask to order the salmon, your rookie waiter insists that salmon is only served for dinner. You explain to him that in this circumstance, dinner in fact means supper, but he will not accept this, and ignores you for the next hour. After you ask for a new waiter who will serve you salmon, you are assigned to a quite misshapen and altogether ugly waitress who takes a liking to you. She even agrees to serve your salmon raw and you end up eating two whole fish. By the end of the night, your two bottles of wine have done quite a number, and you decide that your waitress isn't that bad looking after all. And, without any chips in your stomach to absorb some of the alcohol, you're ready to go at it with this girl, and she's quite fascinated with the "private plane" you've been bragging about in your drunken stupor. After her quitting time, you two hop in the car, go down to the hangar and take the plane for a quick spin. The severe turbulence, though, coupled with the raw salmon and alcohol, lead you to expunge that night's dinner all over the cockpit and into your lap. Your female acquaintance finds this quite attractive and gives you a pass into the mile-high club--weird girl. Not able to control the plane, you pass out, and the "quick spin in the airplane" turns into an inverted spin. You wake up at 500AGL to the waitress's screaming, and are not able to fully recover. In the crash, the girl unfortunately passes away, and you are left to deal with all the consequences. You ultimately end up losing all of your licenses, and are doomed to get prostate exams behind bars from Dr. Bubba for the rest of your life.

I wish I hadn't taken so long to type this that I cut off two other posts.

 

[Sac Arrow]

I wish I had more interesting work today. This documentation stuff is kind of boring.

Granted. You find corrupting wishes to be far more interesting. To the detriment of documentation.

I wish my mind weren't so dark.

Granted. You are shopping in the convenience store down the street when it gets knocked off by a gang of thugs with shotguns. Thinking you are the IDF and type rated for an RV 10, you decide to take them out. The aftermath of the shotgun blast to the head reveals your mind really isn't that dark at all.

I wish I hadn't taken so long to type this that I cut off two other posts.

Granted. So do I.

I wish I didn't have to corrupt three wishes in a row.

 

[Skylane81E]

Granted. You find corrupting wishes to be far more interesting. To the detriment of documentation.



Granted. You are shopping in the convenience store down the street when it gets knocked off by a gang of thugs with shotguns. Thinking you are the IDF and type rated for an RV 10, you decide to take them out. The aftermath of the shotgun blast to the head reveals your mind really isn't that dark at all.



Granted. So do I.

I wish I didn't have to corrupt three wishes in a row.

Granted you didn't have to, you just wasted your time.

I wish my sister in law would move her family out of my house

 

[Sac Arrow]

Granted, but they took all the furniture, appliances, copper fixtures and your prized Mickey Mantle autographed baseball with them. And that case of Miller Lite? Yeah, they took that too.

I wish I would have made a buttload of firearm purchases six months ago. I was thinking about picking up a Sig Sauer P226 to stuff under the pillow.

 

[ebykowsky]

Granted, but now firearms are being outlawed, and you have to surrender the $10K of guns you bought to the government, without reimbursement. On a side note, our family just got our first AR today! Not too long before they're all gone!

I wish I'd gone to the airport today. The weather cleared out right after I cancelled.

 

[John221us]

Granted, you head for the 'drome, pre-flight and hop in. After an uneventful departure, you hear someone on the radio declare that they are law enforcement, that you have flown over an unmarked restricted nuclear plant and you must land immediately. After having just read about a similar situation on a POA thread, you decide to face off with the LEO and start yelling epithets into the mic. Their third shot with a high powered rifle hits your sump and you start losing oil. You have no choice but to do a forced landing right next to the police car, but you almost take out the officer with the gun in the process. They throw you in a cell with Bubba for assaulting a police officer. It doesn't look like this ends well.

I wish the clouds would go up just a little more (4,400). Vis is good now, so I am going anyways.

 

[Sac Arrow]

Granted, you go to the airport today. Toting your brand new AR. Except the weather closed back in, so no flying for you anyway. With nothing better to do, you pop in to the FBO and start drinking beers from the cooler. After a few, you get cocky, and decide to try it out. Charging handle to the rear, lock back the bolt, slap in a magazine, hit the bolt release, whack the forward assist, and put the fire selector knob in "semi auto". Pop. Pop. Pop. Nailed a runway end light. Put a ding in the taxiway bravo sign.

Hmm, this is fun. Put the fire selector knob in "auto", train it on that fuzzy object on the ramp and let it rip. Woooops, that was the 172 you were going to fly. Oh look, fuel is leaking all over the place. Look at that guy running away from the plane next to it. What did he throw from his hand? A lit cigarette? Oh jeez, now all the airplanes in the ramp are burning up.

A bit groggy, you chug down two more beers. What are all of those tanks and humvees doing there, circled around the airport? Who called in the National Guard? This.... looks like a CHALLENGE! Woo Hoo!!

It certainly made a good news story. Especially the part about how a 120 mm Bofors tank round can vaporize a person in a fraction of a second.

I wish I could have been like you slackers and even contemplated flying today.

 

[ebykowsky]

Flying is what I do when I'm not slacking... Video games are for true slackers.
And granted, you contemplated going to the airport, and eventually decide to when night falls. On short final, you see a green dot flying around the cockpit. Looking out of the window, you see an idiot with a laser pointer shooting it at your eyes. Having read up on POA, you realize that this could be a major hazard, so you make sure to keep your eyes away from the light by ducking down. What you don't realize is that I took the challenge against the National Guard and won. It's my airport now, and nobody is gonna land at my airstrip and get past my sick new AR with laser sights.

I wish I'd done some work today instead of wasting all of my time.

 

[Sac Arrow]

I wish the clouds would go up just a little more (4,400). Vis is good now, so I am going anyways.

Blew that one. Clouds went up to 5,000 then (didn't I say that a few posts ago?) so you go anyways. You have this wicked thought to do a mile high thing while you're up there (you can bust VFR for the two or three minutes it's going to take, right?) Except in your haste, you grab the wrong chick, and when you get to the airport you realize it's your housekeeper.

You say what the hell, we're already there. You get up in the plane, accomplish everything you wanted to accomplish, and land. Except, your housekeeper's husband, Carmona Del Machete, is waiting for you. The man should be a chiropractor, given how he can adjust joints. In fact, your lower pelvis is presently wrapped around you upper spine, and the bones in your right arm have been ripped from their sockets and are visibly popping through the skin. Camona points at it and an a bad English accent says "That's Humerus hahahahahahaha!" Gotta say, man has a sense of humor.

My original wish to have gone flying still stands.

 

[Sac Arrow]

Flying is what I do when I'm not slacking... Video games are for true slackers.
And granted, you contemplated going to the airport, and eventually decide to when night falls. On short final, you see a green dot flying around the cockpit. Looking out of the window, you see an idiot with a laser pointer shooting it at your eyes. Having read up on POA, you realize that this could be a major hazard, so you make sure to keep your eyes away from the light by ducking down. What you don't realize is that I took the challenge against the National Guard and won. It's my airport now, and nobody is gonna land at my airstrip and get past my sick new AR with laser sights.

I wish I'd done some work today instead of wasting all of my time.

Granted, did some work today. Which, totally went South. You might as well have wasted your time.

I wish I had one of those Walther MP5 submachine guns with a laser sight. Even the guys with the AK's would bow down to me in my 'hood.

 

[John221us]

Flying is what I do when I'm not slacking... Video games are for true slackers.
And granted, you contemplated going to the airport, and eventually decide to when night falls. On short final, you see a green dot flying around the cockpit. Looking out of the window, you see an idiot with a laser pointer shooting it at your eyes. Having read up on POA, you realize that this could be a major hazard, so you make sure to keep your eyes away from the light by ducking down. What you don't realize is that I took the challenge against the National Guard and won. It's my airport now, and nobody is gonna land at my airstrip and get past my sick new AR with laser sights.

I wish I'd done some work today instead of wasting all of my time.

Granted, they assigned you to the work crew and chained you to Bubba (you still haven't got out after assualting that police officer). While you are picking up trash on the side of the road, Bubba pulls you behind the nearest bush.

I wish it was Friday.

 

[Sac Arrow]

Granted, they assigned you to the work crew and chained you to Bubba (you still haven't got out after assualting that police officer). While you are picking up trash on the side of the road, Bubba pulls you behind the nearest bush.

I wish it was Friday.

Granted, it was Officer Joe Friday. He mistakes you for ebykowsky, tosses you in the paddy wagon with Bubba and drives off.

Still want one of those MP5's.

 

[woodstock]

Granted, did some work today. Which, totally went South. You might as well have wasted your time.

I wish I had one of those Walther MP5 submachine guns with a laser sight. Even the guys with the AK's would bow down to me in my 'hood.

Granted. But due to a factory glitch, it only sprays water, not hot molten death. You would be toast, but luckily the hood rats have a sense of humor and all double over with laughter when you freak out because someone asked for directions to the Hood Rat Local 145 and doused them.

I wish I had some really good pizza for dinner tonight. I haven't had that in a long time. The good stuff, not Dominos or Pizza Hut...

 

[Sac Arrow]

Granted. But due to a factory glitch, it only sprays water, not hot molten death. You would be toast, but luckily the hood rats have a sense of humor and all double over with laughter when you freak out because someone asked for directions to the Hood Rat Local 145 and doused them.

I wish I had some really good pizza for dinner tonight. I haven't had that in a long time. The good stuff, not Dominos or Pizza Hut...

Granted, you have to come to Oakland to get the best Chicago style pizza. After burning up all of your free Jet Blue miles, you get there, rent a car, and get lost in downtown Oakland. Unfortunately, you get stuck in the WRONG part of town, and you have to give your buddy Sac a call to bail you out.

He arrives to find your car surrounded by a crowd bearing AK's. Unable to extract more than stale water from his MP5, he has to resort to buying off the gangs to get you out of there and therefore he isn't real happy. Sac Ice can't make a convicing rap album cutting deals with G's and toting water guns, now can he, aight.

I wish I had some decent pizza too. Something low carb.