Gone To Get Cigarettes

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Well you can tell the place is a real mess if we’re posting today’s picture. This is one of the interns here at the Institute, I don’t want to give my name because if this goes in the crapper I don’t want anyone, especially the director, to know I had anything to do with it. It’s like a Chinese fire drill around here. What with the director in a snit because of the furloughing and shut down problem, our lack of staff, the fact that one of our freezers went down and all we’ve got to eat is Lamprey, it couldn’t have been the Lamprey freezer that gave up its little Freon’s, no, it had to be the one with the Emu in it. That was the only thing you could gag down in this wretched place. I can say that without too much fear because I signed on today with Ray Everett’s password, one of the missing twins who usually has this job, so if he ever gets back he’s the one who’s going to take it in the shorts for this fiasco.

Speaking of the twins, the director hasn’t heard this yet, but Curtis Leroy the other half of the missing twins, did wind up in the drunk tank in Piedras Negras. Right after the director warned them about that place too. What a dipstick. He better stay there too if he knows what’s good for him. It seems that the tear-jerker story the brothers gave out back in “Friday Color” which was posted on September 27th about being trapped in Yosemite while their mother was on one side of the fence and they were on the other side, touching fingers and stuff through the chain link…. complete crock, they don’t even have a mother.

In fact we found out, we being the interns who find out everything because we can hack into everybody’s secret personal files and they don’t even know, that the twins are fraternal twins, they don’t even have the same mother. That’s right, even though they were born only three minutes apart, they’re actually step-brothers. Due to some complex family dynamics that are not very clear, this kind of thing happens occasionally down where they’re from and the mother’s aren’t talking. I guess it’s one of the reasons they’re building that big wall down there. Well the director is going to lay a brick when he finds out about this. About Curtis Leroy being in the drunk tank I mean, I don’t think he gives a flying fig about the step-brother thing. I would not want to be either one of those losers when it hits the fan. He’ll have them in the box for the rest of their lives.

Speaking of the director, well he left this morning to go into town for “cigarettes, Valium and a 55 gallon drum of Everclear”, those were his exact words. I don’t think this is going to end well. I’m not too worried about myself, I swiped the keys to the old missile silo down on the south end of the compound, I mean campus, here at the Institute, so I can lock myself in there until this all sorts out. Actually I wonder if that new little intern, the one with the big eyes that checked in yesterday would like to see what a missile silo looks like. Hmmmm. OK got to go, seeyabye.