disclaimer: if you usually dont find my sense of humor funny...then you definately won't find this funny and you should pass over this post...the past couple of days, EZ and I have been razzing eachother a bit over silly things that make no differance in our kry situation. I personally dont believe the illegal (or not illegal) mining of LC makes one pennies worth of differance in our PPS. also, for those of you claiming "juvenile" remarks were made....well, yeah, they were...EZ and i often do that to eachother...but we rarely take offense, because we wear "big boy pants" and live in the real world where not everything is politically correct and vaccuum packed.....it's just a way to pass the time while we wait....for many of the newcomers (or old members rejoining us) many of us also play around on the weekend (which we are now in)....you'll find many of us (for many different reasons) use these boards for stock information as well as social intercourse (haha, he said intercourse). while i admit that many of my posts are juvenile and often just plain stupid, real offense is never meant. i also believe i often contribute valuable info and sometimes humor to the board.....often just to get a bunch of crap from folks that contribute nothing....if you are still willing to proceed.....read on.

it's just another day in the jungle.

juan woke up to one heck of a hangover after being up all night drinking fermented indigenous urine alcohol and reading message board posts on the agoracom kry message board on his laptop donated by microsofts "give the indigenous laptops" program. "i hate dat f'n cantyustread" says juan under his breath as he puts on his cleanest dirty spongebob squarepants shirt and heads out of his blue tarp house.

he takes the train to work at the dreaded "las Brisas" slave mine. on the way he passes Las Cristinas and remembers the old mining days of glory...."mang, dat must be forty years ago" he thinks to himself, "i can't believe dat shit never grew back! dat EZ sure is smart, I'd like to type a message on agoracom and tell them all what a bandejo' cantyustread is" but there are already too many IP addresses logged onto juans computer....his fellow workers mineonmoney and ceoforhire are always on the damn thing....... it's monday so the train is'nt very busy.

jaun thinks about the gringo's who have tried to take advantage of his people over the years....

when he arrives, he pays his daily $10 "co-op membership fee" to corporal jose', the local national gaurd on-site co-op representative....jose' hands him the proper safety gear required by the government to protect him from the mercury and arsenic....

after about five hours of tireless effort jaun and his friend antonio started hitting paydirt!!! then pepe' showed up..."dammit, pepe' shows up every time we start hutting gold, then the water gets warm and smells funny"....oh well, it looks like we'll all make some money today anyway.....

DAMN!!! the pipe burst!! quick, call martin' the local hardware delivery man from the national gaurd supply shop....man, that's gonna cost jaun $200 for a couple pieces of PVC....

after another 10 hours juan is back on track and looking at making a clear $20 today!! tonight he'll party at the local bar and maybe get lucky with angelina, the "co-op" queen...she's beautiful and she'll be juan's tonight...

unless that a-hole pedro hogs her to himself again...he thinks he's such a ladies man... "man, i wish there were more women in camp" thinks juan...

What's that? the helicopter is coming!! "generalisimo gomez' and the mad russian are coming to buy our gold!!!" yells jaun...

juan has had a very long day and is completely pooped.

after some quick negotiating jaun cleared a good $20 for his 10 grams of gold..."what a couple of suckers" thinks juan....

A quick trip back to camp and the day is completed....

that night Juan dreams of a plan to move to the United States...his internet friends make it sound so nice....tomorrow Juan....tomorrow....

juans trojan pinata'