THE HSR SAYS GOOD DAY TO YOU, AND MAYBE GOODBYE, BECAUSE HE
MAY NOT LAST LONG, AS EVIDENCED BY THE LAST TIME THERE WAS THE BLOG POST ABOUT
THAT GIRL THAT GOT A SPANKING NEW SMILE AND THAT NEW TINY BIKINI, LIKE SHE WAS
THINKING THAT NO ONE WOULD NOTICE HER AS SHE STROLLED DOWN THE BEACH, WITH HER
FINE SELF, BUT ENOUGH ABOUT HER, LET’S GET BACK TO THE TREASURE-HUNTER HSR, WHO MUST REVEAL
WHERE HE FOUND AN EXTREMELY RARE BIG GOLD COIN FROM THE NEW WORLD, THAT WAS ON
THE SO-CALLED SECRET SHIP, THE 16TH CENTURY SIN NOMBRE,
WHICH IS CURRENTLY SUNK IN A SMALL COVE, ON AN UNCHARTED ISLAND, AND HAS MOUNDS AND MOUNDS OF PURE GOLD, BIG DIAMONDS, BIG RUBIES, AND BIG SEA PEARLS,
AND THAT WAS JUST ON THE FIRST FLOOR OF THE SHIP,
SO THE APPRAISER THAT THE HSR SHOWED THE COIN TO, WANTS THE LOOT BADLY HIMSELF, AND OFFERS
THE HSR 3 MILLION DOLLARS IN A SUITCASE,
WHICH IS, WHEN CALCULATED, ONE-TENTH OF A PERCENT OF THE ESTIMATED 3 BILLION DOLLARS OF THE LOOT’S WORTH, MAYBE THE HSR THOUGHT THAT PERCENTAGE WAS A BIT SUBSTANDARD—OR BETTER YET—A STINGEE, OR EVEN CHEAP-SKATE OFFER, SO HE REFUSED TO TAKE THE OFFER UP FRONT, YET HE PROMISES TO BE BACK, AND THE HSR LEAVES THE APPRAISER’S OFFICE, GOES TO A BAR ACROSS THE STREET, ORDERS AN ICY ORANGE JUICE WITH THICK PULP, AND TWO CHERRIES ON TOP,
AND NOTICES A GUY WHO WALKS IN THE BAR THAT MIGHT BE FOLLOWING HIM, BUT THE HSR IS NOT WORRIED, BECAUSE, SINCE HE IS A HOMO CYBERGRAPHICUS, HE CAN TURN HIMSELF INTO DIFFERENT ENTITIES AND HAS NEAT TRICKS UP HIS SLEEVE, SO AFTER HE FINISHES HIS TALL DRINK WITH A LONG SWIG, AND CHEWS THE TWO CHERRIES WITH THE SMALL ICE CUBES, HE SAUNTERS INTO THE MEN’S ROOM, AND THE GUY FOLLOWING HIM NOTICES THAT, AND GIVES THE HSR A COUPLE OF MINUTES, THEN SHORTLY GETS CONCERNED THAT THE HSR MIGHT BE GIVING HIM THE SLIP, SO HE GOES INTO THE RESTROOM,
AND THE HSR IS NOT THERE, AND THE BATHROOM WINDOW
IS TOO TINY
FOR A MAN TO SLIP THROUGH, BUT SINCE THE HSR IS PART MAN, AND PART PLASMA/GASEOUS SILICON HYBRID, HE CAN TEMPORARILY CHANGE FORM, AND THAT IS JUST WHAT HE DID TO SLIP OUT OF THE WINDOW! AND NOW, THE PERSON THAT WAS SPYING ON HIM, IS GOING TO CATCH HECK FROM THE CROOKED APPRAISER, BECAUSE HE LOST HIS MAN, SO THE SPY RUNS OUT OF THE BAR, AND LOOKS DOWN SEVERAL STREETS,
BUT CAN’T FIND THE HSR…BUT, I, THE BLOGGER OF THIS POST, KNOW EXACTLY WHERE HE WENT, AND I’LL TELL YOU REAL SOON!...but your “you better not think about giving me the old slipperoo, too, you reader, cause I’ll find you…and it ain’t gonna be pretty” smile, is trying to look over my shoulder to find out the location of that loot for yourself!
WHICH IS CURRENTLY SUNK IN A SMALL COVE, ON AN UNCHARTED ISLAND, AND HAS MOUNDS AND MOUNDS OF PURE GOLD, BIG DIAMONDS, BIG RUBIES, AND BIG SEA PEARLS,
WHICH IS, WHEN CALCULATED, ONE-TENTH OF A PERCENT OF THE ESTIMATED 3 BILLION DOLLARS OF THE LOOT’S WORTH, MAYBE THE HSR THOUGHT THAT PERCENTAGE WAS A BIT SUBSTANDARD—OR BETTER YET—A STINGEE, OR EVEN CHEAP-SKATE OFFER, SO HE REFUSED TO TAKE THE OFFER UP FRONT, YET HE PROMISES TO BE BACK, AND THE HSR LEAVES THE APPRAISER’S OFFICE, GOES TO A BAR ACROSS THE STREET, ORDERS AN ICY ORANGE JUICE WITH THICK PULP, AND TWO CHERRIES ON TOP,
AND NOTICES A GUY WHO WALKS IN THE BAR THAT MIGHT BE FOLLOWING HIM, BUT THE HSR IS NOT WORRIED, BECAUSE, SINCE HE IS A HOMO CYBERGRAPHICUS, HE CAN TURN HIMSELF INTO DIFFERENT ENTITIES AND HAS NEAT TRICKS UP HIS SLEEVE, SO AFTER HE FINISHES HIS TALL DRINK WITH A LONG SWIG, AND CHEWS THE TWO CHERRIES WITH THE SMALL ICE CUBES, HE SAUNTERS INTO THE MEN’S ROOM, AND THE GUY FOLLOWING HIM NOTICES THAT, AND GIVES THE HSR A COUPLE OF MINUTES, THEN SHORTLY GETS CONCERNED THAT THE HSR MIGHT BE GIVING HIM THE SLIP, SO HE GOES INTO THE RESTROOM,
FOR A MAN TO SLIP THROUGH, BUT SINCE THE HSR IS PART MAN, AND PART PLASMA/GASEOUS SILICON HYBRID, HE CAN TEMPORARILY CHANGE FORM, AND THAT IS JUST WHAT HE DID TO SLIP OUT OF THE WINDOW! AND NOW, THE PERSON THAT WAS SPYING ON HIM, IS GOING TO CATCH HECK FROM THE CROOKED APPRAISER, BECAUSE HE LOST HIS MAN, SO THE SPY RUNS OUT OF THE BAR, AND LOOKS DOWN SEVERAL STREETS,
BUT CAN’T FIND THE HSR…BUT, I, THE BLOGGER OF THIS POST, KNOW EXACTLY WHERE HE WENT, AND I’LL TELL YOU REAL SOON!...but your “you better not think about giving me the old slipperoo, too, you reader, cause I’ll find you…and it ain’t gonna be pretty” smile, is trying to look over my shoulder to find out the location of that loot for yourself!
“Today is a good day to be alive!””
Quick background: it
all started out as a free and easy romp on this new beach I wanted to go to,
and let the beautiful warm sun shine, on my newly veneered smile from the world famous Dr. Pearladont, which I love
to assiduously floss, and on my new floss bikini, the color of which exactly
matches that of the deep aquamarine seas, but the walk wasn’t uneventful, as I
spoke with a wise man, then met up with a darling hunk of a man who is now
being kidnapped by strange people, and he begs me to save his life by
retrieving a small case from his penthouse suite immediately, but I didn’t
realize that the…
So I, Aleece, change clothes while driving, and top my hair off with a
nice wig, and a sweater to conceal the case that I am supposed to pick up, oh, and did I say my anonymizing, big sunglasses?
I walk in the front door of the hotel like I belong there
and head straight to the elevator, and proceed to the penthouse.
I punch in the code to exit the elevator and again to enter one
of the two penthouse suites.
Upon swinging open the door, I am shocked to see that the
place has been turned upside down with things thrown all over the place,
like people were trying to find something—yes—the case!
like people were trying to find something—yes—the case!
I walk through the mess, and look out to the gorgeous view
of the ocean—but
too bad I can’t enjoy its captivating and luxurious expanse right now—then I proceed to the master suite, which also is torn apart…
too bad I can’t enjoy its captivating and luxurious expanse right now—then I proceed to the master suite, which also is torn apart…
…of course the big bed’s mattresses were tossed aside…but I
lift the top mattress to look at the underside.
…and I notice a spot underneath it that has an inconspicuous
slit.
I open the slit, and there is the case!
…Talk about hiding stuff under the mattress!...
Immediately, I quickly take the small steel briefcase, put
it under my sweater, and walk quickly toward the elevator.
After exiting on the ground floor, I walk slowly, staying behind some pillars as
I walk, so I can see who’s in the giant hotel lobby.
I need to head straight to my car and make myself scarce!
However, I nonchalantly stop behind one column, because I
see through my dark sunglasses, a couple of guys dressed like those bad guys in
black suits walking a ways to the side of me…
…they haven’t noticed me…yet!...
A couple more of those bad guys just walk in the front door…
…Dang! I need to calculate a way out of here!...Now, it’s
too thick!
My desperate eyes scan and detect a door behind some tall
plants right to the side of me…
…so I duck in there…
…as stealthily as I could…
…whew!...made it!
These pharmaceutical billionaires probably have an army looking for the
contents of this case, and looking for me, too!
… I quickly and quietly step-toe into a closet in the room, and go inside
and shut the door…
…I don’t turn on the light…
…but I notice above…a ceiling access!...
...that maybe I can fit into...
So, just as I hear some of those guys come into the room, I climb up with the suitcase, open the vent, and...
...that maybe I can fit into...
So, just as I hear some of those guys come into the room, I climb up with the suitcase, open the vent, and...
TO BE CONTINUED…
May you have many…remember that tall stack of pancakes, with butter and syrup,
when you were a kid?…I never cease to be
amazed at all of the extremely-wide varieties of plants and animals, and
otherwise, that have evolved on our “Earth Zoo!”…do you come up with some great
ideas while stuck in traffic?…smiles!
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