The following sums up last night's game:
EXECUTE WIRELESS"MIND"LIVETWEET/ DEAR HUMANS IN CITY ATLANTA, YOU ARE WELCOME -- CYBORG HANSON /END
And now onto today:
3. Number of hits by Prado?
A guy was at a bar, just looking at his drink for half an hour.
Then, a big trouble-making truck driver sits down next to him, takes the drink from the guy, and downs the dring. The poor man starts crying. The truck driver says, "Come on man, I was just joking. Here, I'll buy you another drink. I just can't stand to see a man cry."
"No, it's not that. This day is the worst of my life. First, I fall asleep, and I go late to my office. My boss, outrageous, fires me. When I leave the building, to my car, I found out it was stolen. The police said that they can do nothing. I get a cab to return home, and when I leave it, I remember I left my wallet and credit cards there. The cab driver just drives away."
"I go home, and when I get there, I find my wife in bed with the gardener. I leave home, and come to this bar. And just when I was thinking about putting an end to my life, you show up and drink my poison."