Oh boy, first let me tell you, I never, never, never should have smoked that brown weed before lunch. No matter how many times I do it I never learn. Sheesh.
So I had this afternoon meeting with the escape pod team from the south campus. These guys have been on my shit for months because my design for the escpae hatch release has been, shall we say, less than stellar... Well fuck, there are only so many hours in the day and I just haven't been able to get around to fixing it. Besides, what are the odds they'll ever need to use it? I mean, most rockets don't blow up so there is no need to use the emergency escpade pod.
Well, my second mistake, after smoking that wicked crap, was going to lunch with my pal Clarence. My third mistake was going to the local pub for lunch. Clarence and I ended up getting into a shots contest like we always do and were both quite totaled by the time we got back to the lab. No big deal, I tend to design my best rockets when I'm sloshed. So Clarence and I have the schematic diagram for this escape pod thingy on a big table and we're looking at it and all of a sudden Clarence gets sick and fires a series of projectile vomiting volleys all over the damn thing. Oh sweet Jesus at the bus stop, what a mess.
Sadly, that was right about the time when the LSD started kicking in and I started to lose it a bit. So I'm freaking out and Clarence is trying to clean the little chunks of vomit shrapnel out of his nose and the schematic is trashed. It was the only copy we had too, so we were really hosed at this point. Clarence, always a quick thinker on his feet, starts scrambling in his gym bag and pulls out a series of diagrams which he throws on the table after cleaning up the vomit soaked old diagrams. It turns out that he had just bought a new portable mini FM radio and he had gotten the desing diagram for it from Sony bacause he wanted to make some changes to it.
So the acid is kicking my ass at this time and I start to laugh, I mean, I really lost it and I'm asking Clarence how the hell the plans for his radio are going to help us with the emergency rocket escape pod crap and then he starts laughing and says that they'll never have to use it so how the fuck should it matter. We could give them the plans for building a toaster and it wouldn't matter. Oh shit, it really was the funniest thing I've ever seen. I guess you had to be there.
So the escape pod team comes in for the meeting and I had scratched out all the references to the radio and replaced them with escpae pod references and the pod guys bought the whole thing. Boy O Boy, I have to tell you that I had to go home early because I just couldn't stop laughing thinking about some sorry ass dude flying in the new IPX-LX rocket who goes to hit the emergency release latch and instead of it working he'll hear some bad music pumped from the fm radio.. Holy shit, I mean, don't worry, the odds of that happening are slim, but it realy was funny thinking about it at the time.