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Name: Wayco
Birthday: 11/17/1982
Gender: Male
Interests: God, family, friends, the military, music, SCUBA, big engines, high speeds, anything that goes BOOM, fine steel with a razor edge, and the greatest group of guys on the planet - let's hear it for MABEE 1!!!
Expertise: Did you read my interests? On top of all that, I can fry a mean spam-burger, get myself out of almost as much trouble as I can get myself into, perform self-taught cartwheels and hand-stands, and wire a dorm room to perform completely autonomously. I mean, come on, what more do you need?
Occupation: Student
Message: message meEmail: email me
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AIM:  MabeeBeast
Member Since:
11/11/2004
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| Oh, and by the way - Tarom Airlines, thank you for an exceedingly pleasant and punctual flight.
As for you, Henri Coanda International Airport? Sooo not impressed. I've flown through an airport or two in my time, and you are neither busy enough to warrant the attitude nor cool enough to afford it - so please, feel free to drop the act and get a life.
The End.
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| Well, I finally did it. Succumbing to peer pressure, I arrived at the airport a full two hours before my flight was scheduled to depart - two hours and eight minutes, to be exact. So ridiculously far in advance, in fact, that the ticket counter wasn't even open for check-in yet. Eight minutes passed, and they announced the opening of check-in. I managed to stall for another - oh, three minutes or so - before I got bored and wandered over to the ticket counter. This, of course, started the long and grueling process of checking in, checking my bag, suffering through security, waiting in trepidation while my passport was scrutinized, drifting through the 'nothing to declare' open door, and then FINALLY walking to my gate. All of which consumed an absolutely astronomical eleven minutes. In case you lost count (what with such large numbers and all), that still placed me at my gate over an hour and forty-five minutes before my flight is scheduled to depart.
So...what am I supposed to do now? Ooh - overpriced internet! And I think I just saw stale sushi sitting in a glass case around the corner...
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| Went to the opera in Budapest - the orchestra was incredible, the performance passionate, the opera house itself phenomenal - so I am of course feeling quite cultured.
Now all I have to do is Google 'Don Carlos' and figure out what the heck just happened...
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| Strudel hot from the oven and orange juice hand-squeezed while you wait?
Beats Folgers any day.
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| Goals for Budapest:
1. Soak in a Turkish bath.
2. Sip coffee in a cafe and watch the world go by.
3. Read Dracula. (Yes. I realize I am a nerd. I have made my peace with that fact.)
4. Combine the above into as many distinct permutations as possible; repeat as necessary.
I know, I know - overachiever, right here. It's pretty much how I got to be kind of a big deal around here...
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