Post by Bara on Sept 1, 2013 4:42:37 GMT -5
www.npr.org/blogs/thetwo-way/2013/02/27/173067917/millionaire-space-tourist-plans-manned-mission-to-mars-in-2018
In the Waiting Room, the Ex-Racers were getting restless. Brooks had been in the office a long time. Occasionally they heard raised voices. Lisa sighed and tossed down her copy of 'Inter-galactic Bull-Riders'. Ann was just pretending to read 'Which Shed on Mars?'
Deb was pacing. "Sit down!" Goalie snapped; "That's doing your knee NO GOOD!" Deb sat. Mr Warren, the ghost, was rattling his chains. They all stared at Big Tee, who shame-faced switched off 'Big John', whose exhaust fumes were filling the waiting room.
Claire was refilling her cardboard coffee cup, with a French look on her visage ... Zen shushed her dragon, who was trying to pick a fight with John Deere... RR and Bara were exchanging cider recipes.
The door opened. Brooks rolled out. They all stared at her expectantly.
"We're IN! She announced.
In the Waiting Room, the Ex-Racers were getting restless. Brooks had been in the office a long time. Occasionally they heard raised voices. Lisa sighed and tossed down her copy of 'Inter-galactic Bull-Riders'. Ann was just pretending to read 'Which Shed on Mars?'
Deb was pacing. "Sit down!" Goalie snapped; "That's doing your knee NO GOOD!" Deb sat. Mr Warren, the ghost, was rattling his chains. They all stared at Big Tee, who shame-faced switched off 'Big John', whose exhaust fumes were filling the waiting room.
Claire was refilling her cardboard coffee cup, with a French look on her visage ... Zen shushed her dragon, who was trying to pick a fight with John Deere... RR and Bara were exchanging cider recipes.
The door opened. Brooks rolled out. They all stared at her expectantly.
"We're IN! She announced.
