Monday, February 13, 2006

Driving. Driving. Driving.
"He tried to stop us." -- "Why?" -- "I don't know... Well, okay, we had him handcuffed to a pipe and were about to shoot him."
Are. You. Freaking. Kidding. Me?
President Logan: "Dames. Probably gabbing about their periods."
What's the name of the game in which future grocery-baggers pass a story around with a different person writing a new line before passing it again? No connection to 24, just wondering...
Lame. I hate super-intelligent terrorists. Where are the stupid ultra-nationalists from the 70's that ask for their left-handed bretheren locked in Peruvian jails to be given an extra hour in the exercise yard or whatever?
What would be a better plan is to agree to go to a place ENTIRELY UNCONNECTED TO THE DAY'S ACTIVITIES. That would eliminate the possibility that Jack Bauer doesn't get there in time to shoot the gun out of the hands of the guy dumb enough to be tracked back to the garage. It's a hell of a better plan to sell than: 'Oh yeah, if you lead the cops back to within inches of the other members of the operation, shoot yourself.'. Terrorists, that one's on the house.

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