Just Questions--No Direction.
...The North Pole.
If you want to blame anybody, it's Christine's fault this time.
Sorry about the little bump when the shuttle hit the pole. I decided to pick a spot where the compass would just go in cirles trying to figure out which way to go.
Please collect your parkas and mucklucks at the door (designer mucklucks for certain, ahem, passengers). Now maybe everybody will quit whining about the heat and humidity. :thedolls: And if anybody whines about the cold, well, there's always the Sahara, muwahahahahaha. Uh, sorry. Got a little carried away. :blush:
Has anybody seen Harry hanging out with the other penquins? He'll be the penguin with the staples in his bohunkus.