From: "GORDON, CHUCK"
<CHUCK.GORDON@DFAS.MIL>
Subject: Re: Saint Tarik, The Horizontal
Kristina Morris asked:
exactly what did happen to Tarik? I must have missed that part in the reviews.
It was horrible. I sh*t you not. There we were, hunkered down in the
party room, surrounded by massage tables and waiting for the
soon-to-be-St. James the Smiling to break out his treasures of
non-export Water o'Life. There were clowns to the left of us, jokers
to the right and SMACK in front of us was the dread Glance o'Death
(tm) of the aieekee master himself.
Tarik, realizing the threat to our precious sacrament (a threat which
none of the rest of us had yet -- and still have yet to one might
observe -- perceived), leapt into the fray wholeheartedly, with no
reservations, caring only to succor the precious Whisky from the
clutches of the aeekee-infidels.
Though he made enormous effort and strove mightily, Noble Tarik fell,
having succumbed to the terrible sword twin swords of altitude and
inexperience. And exhaiustion. Three swords. The three terrible
swords. Altitude, inexperience, exhaustion and strong
drink. Four. Four terrible swords ...
At ANY rate ... he saved a copious amount of the precious Water of
Life from a fate worse than, um, well, than of ... umm. Being
spilt. Yes, that's it. Saved it from being spilt. At great personal
cost, I might add.
And that, dear woman, is the wondrous tale of Tarik, the knight who
came to say "HIC! Gulp, ROLFFFFFFF!!!!" ... Tarik the Noble, Tarik the
Horizontal!!!!! Long may he wave!
HUZZAH!!!!
cg(LOEP,EDF)
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