Room 239/240 - Wednesday night.

Feb 08, 2006 22:50

Jack was tired.

And full.

And really wanted nothing more than to sleep.

But first he had some letters to write...

To: general.j.oneill@usaf.gov
From: jackass@youhoo.com
Subject: paper work

yu suck. yu suck and yu suck and yusuck and yu arent; gettng your credit vard bak.

ever.

blow me.

the REAL jack o'neill.

"Stupid keyboards, can't take a hit, none of 'em."


To: pfcchef@usaf.gov
From: jack.oneill@fandomhigh.net
Subject: Re:hot fudge chicken

dont ever make me eatbthat again. i WILL hurt you. whoever said i liked it will be hels responsable for it,

no love.

o'neill

"He thinks he's so funny. Stupid jack-ass thinks he's so smart just because he's a General."


To: bigbadhoodoodaddy@chocolatesexgod.com
From: jackkass2@youhoo.com
Subject: new email address?

hey teal;c buddy thanks for the new creift card,

you are a giant among migets./

jack

With those letters out of the way he was free to sleep.

He contemplated lobbing a shoe at Marty just because.
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