Showing posts with label Camp X-Ray. Show all posts
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Monday, August 15, 2005

yeah, i don't really know where that camp x-ray thing was going

Err... hi there, friends. It's a rather sheepish The Haiku Master who stands before you tonight, because, well, I have a little confession to make.

Remember how I told you I didn't write to you for a month because I'd been incarcerated at Camp X-Ray? Um, that was kind of a lie. This photo from a couple weeks ago, that allegedly shows yours truly being escorted through Gitmo's fabled gates? Yeah. It's doctored.


Despite Looking Shockingly Real, This Photo Is In Fact A Fake

Truth is, I spent the time playing Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas. I didn't mean to spend more than a month away from the ol' "blog," but man, that game is addictive! So, sorry about blowing off you loyal readers, and even more sorry about the lying. But if it makes any difference, I did in fact beat the game, meting out harsh justice to Big Smoke, Tenpenny, Ryder and all the other scoundrels who had a hand in the untimely demise of Moms and Brian Johnson! Grove 4 Life! Grove 4 Life!!

GROVE 4 LIFE!!!

Oh, and there is one small nugget of truth for you to savor. Old Man Winter and I really did partner on a deal to purchase Egyptian cotton from a man named Milo Minderbinder, as detailed in Chapters I & II of the falsely titled "Summer at Camp X-Ray." The deal went through without a hitch, then me and O.M.W. partied on the beach with some middle-aged housewives. Here's photographic proof:


The Haiku Master (Left) And Old Man Winter Make Time With Some Local Vixens At One Of Cairo's Many Fine Beaches

Well, I'm glad I got that off my chest. Okay for now, fan club members! Until next time, keep your ear to the ground and keep reaching for the stars!

Best,


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P.S. For the really slow amongst you, this means there will be no further chapters of "Summer at Camp X-Ray."

P.P.S. No, the Pharaoh of 5-7-5 did not sample San Andreas' notorious "Hot Coffee mod." Not that he didn't try, but one apparently needs a degree in advanced rocket science to pull off that trick.

Wednesday, August 03, 2005

back with a vengeance

Face front, 'ku believers! It's really me, The Haiku Master -- back in action after far too long of a hiatus!

As always, I know what you're thinking. Why the long delay? Where has he been? And: Why didn't he bring me any presents!?

Well, allow me to assure you that the one true Sultan of Syllables wasn't taking it easy while you loyal readers awaited my next post with bated breath; far from it! I'll provide you with more details this weekend, but for now suffice it to say I've been the guest of a highly undesirable resort in Cuba... a little place our government likes to call Camp X-Ray!


U.S. Soldiers Escort The Haiku Master (Center) Over Camp X-Ray's Threshold

Okay for now, apples of my eye; time for your friend in 'ku to unpack and unwind. And by "unwind," I mean drink so much whiskey I poop my pants.

Best,