 guy has some dope. As the Mahoneys back home in Slippery Sister County were wont to say, "even a blind hog gone find an acorn once in a while." A concept that dovetailed nicely with Elvis' somewhat jaded view of Copro's inspectional abilities.

Tony wasn't seeing it that way. Not hardly. Things were starting to look up. Definitely on the Tony Rivera upswing. Elvis might be on a special Enforcement Team that floated between ports, but he still at least arguably--especially considering that this incident was the frickin' dumb ass result of Elvis and Pancho grabbing the guy--fell under Tony's supervisory umbrella while he was working during Tony's shift. Supervisory umbrella one of Tony's favorite on the job expressions. Along with "what the fuck did you numb nuts do now?" And "what's for lunch?" Tony was thinking the only thing better than Elvis having to search Fleshmound, and maybe having to go to the hospital for the up close and personal fecal matter dive, was Elvis having to do it against his will. Against his will! Smart ass Elvis forced to do something! Could it be any better? There is, Tony muttered to himself, some justice in this world after all.

He quietly thanked God, or whoever or whatever was in charge of dwindle berries like Elvis, for this golden opportunity. This was one video he was goddamn sure going to get a copy of no matter what the two foot thick book of CBP regulations had to say about appropriating government property. A book that was one part regulations and fifty six parts consequences, fines and penalties up to and including, at least according to his somewhat sarcastic fellow supervisor Myrtle Oh, being publicly whipped by a carbon fiber re-enforced six foot strand of spaghetti by a Congressional page during a management working lunch at Headquarters. True, Myrtle did tend to add a bit of colorful exaggeration to her speech, but there had to be some fire beneath the smoke.

Less than a week after she wrote a scathing denunciation of yet another in the long string of Headquarters' lamebrain dumb ass operations she was gone. Poof. Gone. A few days later the Port Director told the assembled supervisors that Myrtle Oh was "....tapped for a very important extended assignment as a liaison on the British icebreaker Titanic's Revenge." The Port Director adding with a totally
guy has some dope. As the Mahoneys back home in Slippery Sister County were wo nt to say, " even a blind hog gone witness an acorn once in a while. " A concept that dovetail nicely with Elvis' somewhat jaded view of Copro's inspectional ability. 

 Tony wasn't understand it that way. Not hardly. thing were begin to look up. decidedly on the Tony Rivera upswing. Elvis might be on a limited Enforcement Team that floated between larboard, but he still at least arguably -- especially consider that this incident was the frickin' dumb ass result of Elvis and Pancho grabbing the guy -- fell under Tony's supervisory umbrella while he was working during Tony's transformation. Supervisory umbrella one of Tony's favorite on the job expressions. Along with " what the fuck did you numb en do now? " And " what's for lunch? " Tony was thinking the only matter better than Elvis own to search Fleshmound, and maybe having to plump to the hospital for the up close and personal fecal matter dive, was Elvis having to serve it against his will. Against his will! Smart ass Elvis forced to do something! Could it be any better? There is, Tony muttered to himself, some justice in this world after wholly. 

 He softly thanked God, or whoever or whatever was in cathexis of dwindle berry like Elvis, for this golden opportunity. This was one video he was goddamn sure going to get a copy of no matter what the two infantry thick book of CBP regulations had to say about appropriating politics property. A book that was one part regulations and fifty six parts consequences, fines and punishment up to and including, at least according to his somewhat sarcastic fellow supervisor Myrtle Oh, being publicly whisk by a carbon fiber re - enforced six foot strand of spaghetti by a Congressional page during a management working lunch at Headquarters. True, Myrtle did tend to add a morsel of colorful hyperbole to her speech, but there had to be some fire beneath the smoke. 

 Less than a week after she spell a scathing denunciation of yet another in the retentive string of Headquarters' lamebrain speechless ass operations she was gone. Poof. Gone. A few sidereal day later the Port Director told the assembled supervisors that Myrtle Oh was ".... tapped for a very important extended assignment as a liaison on the British icebreaker Titanic's retaliation. " The Port Director adding with a totally
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guy has some dope. As the Mahoneys in Sister County wont to say, find acorn once in while." A concept dovetailed nicely with Elvis' somewhat jaded of Copro's inspectional abilities. Tony wasn't seeing it that way. Not hardly. Things starting to look up. Definitely on the Tony Rivera upswing. Elvis might be a Enforcement that between ports, but he still at least arguably--especially considering that this incident was the frickin' dumb result of Elvis and Pancho grabbing the guy--fell Tony's supervisory umbrella while was working during Tony's shift. umbrella of Tony's on job Along with "what fuck did you numb nuts do now?" And "what's for lunch?" Tony was thinking the only thing than Elvis search Fleshmound, maybe to to the hospital up close and personal fecal matter having to do it against his will. Against will! Smart Elvis forced to do something! Could be any better? There is, Tony muttered to some justice in this world after all. He quietly thanked God, or whoever or whatever charge of dwindle berries Elvis, for this opportunity. was video was goddamn going to get a copy of no matter what the two thick book of CBP regulations had to say about appropriating A that was one regulations and fifty six consequences, and penalties up to at according sarcastic supervisor Oh, being publicly whipped a carbon fiber re-enforced six strand of spaghetti by management working lunch at Headquarters. True, Myrtle did to add a bit of colorful exaggeration her speech, but there had to be some fire beneath the smoke. than a she wrote a scathing denunciation of yet another the long string of lamebrain dumb ass operations she was gone. Poof. Gone. few later the Director told the supervisors that Myrtle was "....tapped for important extended as liaison icebreaker Titanic's Revenge." The Port Director with totally
 guy has some dope. As the MahoneYs back home In SliPpeRy SIsTer COuntY were wont to say, "EVen a Blind hog gone find an acorN once In A WhilE." a cOncepT that doVEtAILed NiCeLy wItH elVis' soMewHat jadeD view of CopRo's InSpectional abILiTies.

Tony waSn't Seeing it that Way. not harDlY. ThINgs weRe sTartiNg to loOK up. DefInitely on ThE tony RiVEra upswING. ELvis Might be on a special eNfORcement Team thaT floatEd BEtWEEn pOrtS, but he stilL aT leasT ArguablY--EsPECIalLY considering tHat this inciDEnt Was the FrIckIN' dumb aSs resUlT Of ELvis and PancHo grAbbing the Guy--felL Under ToNY's superVisory UmbRelLa whILe He Was WoRKinG DuRinG tonY's shift. SUpErVisorY umbRELLA one Of TOny's FavorIte on the job exPreSsioNS. AlOng wiTh "whaT the FuCk did You numB nuts Do Now?" And "what's for lUnch?" tony was thInkInG thE oNly thINg bettEr tHan elvis haVing to sEArcH FLESHmOund, and maybe having To GO To The hospiTal for THe Up CLose and pErSonAl feCAL mattEr diVE, wAs Elvis hAving tO Do It Against HiS will. AGaInsT hiS will! sMart Ass ElvIs forced To do sOMething! Could it BE any better? TheRE iS, tOnY MuttEreD to himself, sOme jUSticE in tHIs WorLD afteR all.

HE qUIeTLy thanked God, or whoevEr Or whatEver wAs in charge of dWindle berrIES Like ElviS, for THiS Golden opportunIty. ThIs was one viDEo he was gOddamN sure goiNg to get a cOPY of no matTer WhaT thE twO FOoT thick book of Cbp ReguLaTions haD to Say abouT apProPriAtiNg GovernmenT propertY. A BoOk ThAt wAs one PArt regulAtIonS aNd fIfty sIX parts ConseQuenCeS, fINes And penaLTiES Up to AnD iNcluDinG, aT leasT accORdiNg to his Somewhat sArcAStic FeLlOw superVisor Myrtle Oh, BeIng publiclY wHipPed by a CARbon fibeR re-enforced six foot stranD Of spaghEttI by a COngrEssional pAge During A maNAgemenT workiNg lunCh At HEADquarTERs. truE, MYrtle did teND To aDd a biT oF colOrful exAggeration to her speECh, bUt there had to bE soMe fiRE BeNeaTH tHE smOkE.

lesS THan a week after shE wrote a scaThINg DenunciatiON of YeT anotheR in the lOng stRIng of HeAdquarterS' lamebraiN dUmb aSS OpeRations she Was gone. POof. Gone. A fEW days LAtEr the porT DirecToR toLd the AssembLEd sUpervIsors tHaT MyrtlE Oh waS "....tApped for A very important extended aSsignmEnt as A liAison on thE BrITisH icebreakEr TiTanic's ReveNge." the port DIreCTor adDing WItH a tOTally
 guy has some dope. As the  Mahoneysbackhom e i nSlip pery  Sister County were  wont to say, "even ablind  h o g go n efindan acor n  o n c e i nawhi le . "A con cep t thatdovetailed  ni ce ly with Elvi s 'somewhat j ade d view of Co pro 's ins pe cti o nal a bil ities .

Ton y  wasn' t seeingit that w a y. Noth a rd ly.Things were start i ng to look up. De finite ly on t heTon y Rivera u ps wing. Elvis m i gh t b e o n  a special En forcement T e amthat f lo ate d  betwe en po rt s , b ut he still  atleast arg uably- - especia l ly cons iderin g t hat  thi s  i nc ide nt was th e f r ick in' dumb  a ss  resu lt o f E l visand  Pan cho g rabbing the g uy- -fel l  un der T ony's  sup er visor y umbr ellawh ile he was work ingduring To ny' sshi ft . Sup e rvisor y u mbr ella on e of To n y's  f a v o ri te on the job expr es s i on s. Along  with" wh at the fuck  d idyoun u mb nu ts d o  n ow?" And  "what ' sfo r lunch ?"  Tonywa s t hin kingt he o nly th ing bett er th a n Elvis having to search Fle s hm o u nd ,  and  ma ybe havingto g o  totheh os pit a l for  theup cl o se and personal fec al  matte r div e, was Elvishaving tod o it again st h i sw ill. Against h is wi ll! Smarta ss Elvis  forc ed to do  somethin g !  Could i t b e a nybet t e r?  There is, To n y  mut te red tohim self, s ome  ju sti cein  this wor ld after  a ll .
H e q uietl y  thanked  G od,  o r w hoeve r  or wh ateve r wa sin cha rge ofd wi n d le b er ri es l ike  E lvis,  for thi s golde n opportu nit y . Th is  w as onevideo he wasgo ddamn sure  g oin g to g e t  a copyof no matter what the t w o footthi ck bo ok o f CBP reg ula tionshad to say  about  appr op ria t i ng go v e rn men tproperty.A boo k tha twasone par t regulations andf ift y six parts c ons eque n c es , f i ne s  an dp ena l t ies up to and i ncluding,at le ast accord i ngto  his so mewhatsarca s tic fel low super visor Myr tl e Oh , bei ng publicl y whippe d by a ca r bon f i be r re- enf orcedsi x f oot s trando f s paghe tti by  a  Congr essio na l page d uring a management work ing lu nch a t H eadquarte rs. Tru e, Myrtle  did  tend to a dda b it of  co l orful  exa g ge rat i on to  her speech, b u tthe r e  h ad to be so m e fir e ben eat h  the s moke .

Less than a we e k after she wr otea sca thi n g de nu nciation of ye t a no t h er in th elong string  of Head qu a rters ' lame braindumb as s op e ration s sh e w as gone.Poo f. Gone. A  f ew days l ater  t he Por t Dire c tort o ld the assembled  supe r v isors tha t Myr tl e Oh wa s  ".. ..tapped f or a very i mporta nt e xtend ed assi gn ment a s a  l iaison ont he Britis h ice breaker  T itan ic' s Reve nge. " The P ortDi rec tor addin g wi t hat ota lly
 guy_has some_dope. As the Mahoneys_back home_in_Slippery Sister_County_were wont to_say, "even a_blind hog gone find_an acorn once_in_a while." A concept that dovetailed nicely with Elvis' somewhat jaded view of Copro's_inspectional_abilities.

Tony wasn't_seeing_it_that way. Not hardly. Things_were starting to look up._Definitely on_the Tony Rivera upswing. Elvis might be on_a_special Enforcement Team_that floated between ports, but he still at least_arguably--especially considering that this incident was_the frickin' dumb_ass_result_of Elvis and Pancho_grabbing the guy--fell under Tony's supervisory_umbrella while he was working during_Tony's shift. Supervisory umbrella one of Tony's_favorite on the job expressions. Along_with "what the fuck did_you numb_nuts do now?" And "what's_for lunch?" Tony_was thinking_the only thing_better than Elvis having to search_Fleshmound, and maybe_having to go to the hospital_for_the up close_and_personal_fecal matter_dive, was Elvis_having_to do_it_against his will. Against his will!_Smart_ass Elvis forced to do something! Could_it be any better?_There_is, Tony muttered to_himself, some justice in this_world after all.

He quietly thanked God,_or whoever_or whatever_was in charge of dwindle berries like Elvis, for this golden_opportunity. This was one video he_was goddamn sure going_to get_a_copy of no_matter_what the_two foot thick book of CBP regulations_had to_say about appropriating government property. A_book that was one_part_regulations and fifty six parts consequences,_fines and penalties up to and_including, at least according to_his_somewhat_sarcastic fellow supervisor Myrtle Oh,_being publicly whipped by a carbon_fiber re-enforced six_foot strand of spaghetti by a Congressional_page_during a management working lunch at_Headquarters._True, Myrtle did tend to add_a_bit_of colorful exaggeration to her_speech, but there had to be_some fire beneath the smoke.

Less than a week after_she wrote a_scathing denunciation of yet another_in_the_long string of Headquarters' lamebrain dumb ass operations she was_gone. Poof._Gone. A few_days later the Port Director told the assembled supervisors that_Myrtle Oh was "....tapped for a very_important extended assignment as a liaison on the British icebreaker Titanic's_Revenge." The Port Director adding with a totally