Incognito Man

Today, I assumed my alternate, more studly persona, Incognito Man.  It was after lunch, and I had a rendezvous with destiny.  However, that all depended on the completion of an ultra-super-duper-highly-classfiied-secret-"touch it, you die" mission.  I commenced that mission at 13:35 (Korean Time). 

("Mission Impossible" theme song in the background.....)

I made sure that Lady Fun-Dissipater was busy, looking the other way.  Then, I went for it. 

Unfortunately, I crashed and burned.  And, this time, I really crashed and burned.  Man, that secret laptop must have been rigged with the top-of-the-line security devices.  Someone must have put laser beam sensors in the glass tabletop.  Someone must have tampered with my socks.  Someone must have put a mysterious slippery substance all over the glass tabletop.  Sabatoge!!! 

Incognito Man: temporarily out of commission but will return.  No doubt, I will return and complete the mission.

[After a brief visit to the ER and a lovely chat with the ER doctor, Incognito Man is back in full force, albeit with a pronounced "ostrich egg" on the forehead.  Battle scar!  Ladies love'em.]





Comments

  1. CincinnatusFebruary 28, 2011 at 10:25 PM

    Next time be sure to where your genuine Incognito Man Helmet with optional nvg system and laser guidance and distancing, dude!

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