Ergebnis für "Rebecca" in Humor

Howdy, friend. I'm Rusty, and so is my big-rig's engine. When the old girl finally gave up the ghost in the middle of nowhere, I wasn't expecting to get a tow from an alien mothership. But the next thing I knew, me and my buddy Mike were halfway across the galaxy in an oversized hubcap full of the weirdest space creatures you ever did see. Turns out aliens are mighty friendly folks, but they can't fix their tech to save their lives.

Former First Lady Helena Barrett could use a vacation. Since her husband’s death, Helena has been happy to serve her country. That comes to an abrupt end after she calls the current administration’s policies idiotic during a televised climate conference in Paris. Oops.

Rusty here, back on the galactic road with another cargo bay full of surprises. This time around, we're haulin' an alien carnival, complete with rides to make ya scream, games to bruise your ego, and enough sweet treats to give a dentist night terrors. And once it's up and runnin', we plan to enjoy every last thrill, spill, and sugar crash with our friends. Let me tell ya, there's nothin' like sharing a roller-coaster with a bark-skinned daredevil, a blob with motion sickness, and a robot who screams like dial-up internet.

Heya, pal. It's Rusty, and I'm just as surprised as you are. Right when me and Piper thought we'd had the wildest adventure in the cosmos, Mike and Jenna waltzed in, dressed to the nines, with grins on their faces and a yarn of their own to spin. See, Jenna’s got feelings for Mike she ain’t ready to share, but you can't play hard-to-get when one of your passengers is a big blue slug who can read your emotions like an interstate billboard. Toss in Karlie and Feebee, the galaxy’s most lovable agents of mayhem, and things go off the rails faster than a circus train on ice.

Hey, bud. It's Captain Rusty, gearin' up to haul a load of space freight through the Vorn Abyss. Sounds like a heavy-metal band, but it's a patch of space with wonky gravity, where your ship gets pulled in more directions than a dog walker at a squirrel convention. It's gonna be a heck of a ride, but our old rig can handle it. Probably. Me and Piper are ready to kick off our honeymoon as soon as we get back, but Murphy is always watching, and the universe has a way of rearranging your plans faster than a tornado rearranges a trailer park.

Modern technology is terrifying. The average smartphone carries out 3.36 billion instructions per second. The average person can carry out only one instruction in that time. Stop and think about that for a second. Sorry, that's two instructions; you won't be able to do that. But what if modern technology was... literally terrifying? What if there really was a ghost in the machine? Prepare to travel through the bad gateway as acclaimed actor, writer and comedian Tom Neenan (The Mash Report) finds out what horrors may be lurking in our apps and gadgets.

Heya, friend. Rusty here. Believe it or not, me and Mike swapped our eighteen-wheeler for a spaceship. And she's a real beauty… if you like fixer-uppers. The old girl's got landing gear that squeals like a cat playin' violin, plumbing like a Las Vegas fountain show, and more loose screws than a nuthouse. But to us, she's perfect. A diamond in the rough, ready to be polished up with some elbow grease and TLC. And maybe a few prayers to Saint MacGyver.

My name is Randy; the noun, not the adjective. Actually, I've been informed that my name is a pronoun. But that part doesn't matter at the moment. Somehow, we did it. Clovis and I survived the first floor of the tower. We were nearly killed in the process, yet we were able to class, make a few enemies, learn more about the mechanics of Genera, and have a hell of a time in doing it. The only problem is, we need a strategy. We need to get better and improve our stats. The first floor was tough. But the second floor of the tower looks to be twice as difficult....