To read what Mac is talking about go to www.netscape.net and look for the
link on the right hand side of the page.... this just popped into my head as
I read the story. Um...sure wish I owned them, but I don't and uh...oh yeah, I
wish I could make up a jingle like those annoying ones you see on TV.
Col Mackenzie's Office JAG Headquarters Falls Church, VA
Mac scanned over the news page looking for anything that might interest her sister Liz. Liz had emailed about an hour ago, whining about an English project that had to do with proving golf was a sport. "It's either I prove that or that the bombing of Baghdad was a war crime Mac and I really don't want to do option B." Mac remembered reading. So Mac had decided to spend her lunch break researching anything about golf that she could. Hell, she didn't even know how to play the darn game, much less classify it as a sport. "Give me a murder trial or a DDO any day." She thought to herself.
Suddenly, Mac's eyes went wide as she saw something she couldn't believe. "Ok, now whose hair-brained idea is this?" She thought, clicking on the link.
NORFOLK, Va. (AP) - You can now have your very own Navy F/A-18A Hornet jet fighter - but some assembly may be required.
Mac about died laughing. "You have to hand it to the US Government to lose track of a Hornet", Mac murmured, unaware that her partner was standing in the doorway. "What about a Hornet Mac? Some new case?" Harm asked. Mac just about jumped out of her chair when she heard Harm. "Put a bell on or something Harm? Did you learn how to sneak up on people in Spy School or something?" Mac asked, referring to Harm's stint with the CIA. "No, I just learned how to figure out when you're concentrating on something. What are you reading?" He asked, moving into her office and taking a seat. "The Blue Angels are selling a Hornet." Mac told him, straight faced. "You're not serious, are you Mac? There's no way the government would allow that." Harm suggested, moving around to read the article. He was speechless, and wishing he'd had about 9 million dollars to spare. "Just goes to show you Mac." Harm commented as he moved around to leave her office. "What's that Harm?" "You really can buy and sell anything on EBAY."
Col Mackenzie's Office JAG Headquarters Falls Church, VA
Mac scanned over the news page looking for anything that might interest her sister Liz. Liz had emailed about an hour ago, whining about an English project that had to do with proving golf was a sport. "It's either I prove that or that the bombing of Baghdad was a war crime Mac and I really don't want to do option B." Mac remembered reading. So Mac had decided to spend her lunch break researching anything about golf that she could. Hell, she didn't even know how to play the darn game, much less classify it as a sport. "Give me a murder trial or a DDO any day." She thought to herself.
Suddenly, Mac's eyes went wide as she saw something she couldn't believe. "Ok, now whose hair-brained idea is this?" She thought, clicking on the link.
NORFOLK, Va. (AP) - You can now have your very own Navy F/A-18A Hornet jet fighter - but some assembly may be required.
Mac about died laughing. "You have to hand it to the US Government to lose track of a Hornet", Mac murmured, unaware that her partner was standing in the doorway. "What about a Hornet Mac? Some new case?" Harm asked. Mac just about jumped out of her chair when she heard Harm. "Put a bell on or something Harm? Did you learn how to sneak up on people in Spy School or something?" Mac asked, referring to Harm's stint with the CIA. "No, I just learned how to figure out when you're concentrating on something. What are you reading?" He asked, moving into her office and taking a seat. "The Blue Angels are selling a Hornet." Mac told him, straight faced. "You're not serious, are you Mac? There's no way the government would allow that." Harm suggested, moving around to read the article. He was speechless, and wishing he'd had about 9 million dollars to spare. "Just goes to show you Mac." Harm commented as he moved around to leave her office. "What's that Harm?" "You really can buy and sell anything on EBAY."
