You know how when you’re a kid you have clubhouses with secret passwords and secret code names and secret places where you hide secret stuff? I still have secret places where I hide secret stuff, but I remember them only if I write them down and if I write them down how secret are they?
A secret place is no big deal. What I want is a hidden compartment.
When police confiscated Atlanta quarterback Michael Vick’s water bottle at Miami International Airport last week they found a hidden compartment. That’s what I want. But where do you buy one? When was the last time you saw an advertisement at Target or Wal-Mart for water bottles with hidden compartments? Excuse me, sir, but could you direct me to the water bottles with hidden compartments department?
I really want one. I could put regular liquids in the water bottle and legal, but secret, liquids in the hidden compartment. Would I be the envy of my friends or what?
Friend: "Say, Tom, is that by any chance a hidden compartment in your water bottle?"
Me: "Yes it is."
Friend: "Where’d you get it?"
Me: "Can’t talk about it unless – do you have the secret password?"
Friend: "No."
Me: "Sorry."
If anybody comes across one, please send me an e-mail. Use the code word Ron Mexico.
Hey Tom,
Didn't Michael Vick get his from the airport gift shop? I mean, as much money as that dude has, wouldn't he just buy a water instead of go to the trouble of refilling and carrying around a tackey water bottle to refill? It's rediculous to suggest that Vick worries about saving money by refilling a water bottle. And to have the need to have a secret compartment to hide things, rediculous. I think he got that in the airport gift shop and that the secret compartment carried souvenir dirt from the football field. Yeah, that brown substance that smelled like marijuana was dirt from the field. The smell was from the sweat of the players.
Yeah, that's it. Check out the airport giftshops.
Posted by: Chris Alvis | January 25, 2007 at 10:17 AM