wtf am I doing in charleston, sc?
Peculiar travel suggestions are dancing lessons from God.
- Bokonon
So on October 22, 2008 somebody utters the magic words "operational excellence" and the next thing I know I'm surrounded by a bunch of mooks in seersucker suits. I try everything I know to get out of it - xyzzy, plugh, plover, fee fie foe foo, whatever. Nothing happens. Here I am, in a maze of twisty little passages, all alike. No angry dwarf though, just those mooks in seersucker suits. I gotta get out before it turns pitch dark and I fall in that pit.
mooks in seersucker suits
dammit jim, i'm a rocket scientist - not a mook!
yeah yeah yeah, ok i agree. if you're a genuine rocket scientist you are not a mook. even in that fakakta suit.
rocket scientists don't suck.
whack-a-mook
who is connected and who is a mook?
you decide!
After going to Auburn University, LSU, UT, and Virginia Tech, Lisa figured she'd end up marrying a Nice Southern Gentleman. Richard ain't that kind of guy. But then again, Richard probably never thought he'd end up married to some girl from one of those Midwestern-States-That-Starts-With-A Vowel. Some things never cease to amaze.
