mrs delgado. we have your mother. leave $50,000 under the pier by noon friday or you will never see her again. proof of life: she is in excellent health. today she did forty laps of the warehouse and made vince cry about his posture. we eat when she says. new deal: come get her, we pay you. begging.
joel·58 words·oct 11
afternoon, folks, captain here. bit of news: both engines have quit, so we won't be making phoenix, or any airport. if you're on the left side, that's the grand canyon, and you'll be seeing a lot more of it shortly. we expect to be on the ground in about four minutes. cabin crew, no need to come round with the bins. thanks for flying skyward.
joel·65 words·oct 11
we are here to bury harold pike, who reheated fish and replied-all for sport. i couldn't stand him, and i should know: i was him. still, i'll miss the idiot terribly. i cried at my own wake. don't feel sorry for me. grieving yourself from inside a box is restful. my parking space is yours.
joel·55 words·oct 11
that’s every one.