It's that time again! (Can't believe it's March already!) Today's prompt is: hijack Have at it! *As a side note, I'm sorry I haven't been around much the last month or so. I hope to begin participating in the BJ prompts again (get those juices flowing and ties up some loose ends), and catch up on comments as soon as I can. Been dealing with some issues at work, and I'm pretty drained when I get home. Condor Joe come rescue me!

[unrecoverable text]

Redbird: *hugs* Hopefully the Condor will lend you some bird missiles! KT: Oh dear, now the *bleep* will hit the fan ...

Busted

The countdown has begun....

It doesn't matter though. So he knows. They've already done the deed. She can follow through with her plans, whether he likes it or not.

But, TJ, she's dug herself in even deeper by messing with his messages. It's not as if she'd simply made him miss his shift at the 7-Eleven.

Hulu was a godsend. She had gone back to school, but the work was proving to be banal, boring, dreary, dull, laborious, and a large number of other descriptive words in the online thesaurus that she just didn't feel like reading. It could drive some people to do something mind-blowingly deprived such as go on a New Kids On The Block-themed cruise. That's why she used Hulu more and more. She would watch an episode of one of her favorite shows, take notes and then write a scathingly funny review. It was a simple, effective release valve. Her eyes shone with anticipation and the light from the computer screen. The show's opening credits ran. And then -- A commercial break? Already? Hulu never put ads in this soon! Four men who looked like over-muscled luchadores appeared on the screen. "How do we, the Bodybuilders of the Galaxy, able to kick alien ass? We eat Processed Sugar Pops cereal!"... A few seconds later, the Bodybuilders of the Galaxy were replaced by a cartoon Rhode Island Red rooster bouncing around the screen as though his blood had been replaced by energy drinks. "I'm kracked-out for Krackle Puffs cereal!"... Are these ads relative to you? appeared on the screen. No. she replied. Three minutes into the episode, a list of medicines and a toll-free phone number appeared on the screen. 'If you," an over-modulated voice said, "took one of these medications and died within the past two years..." The next ad was for a "natural male enhancement" product. Neither of those ads were relevant, either. Five minutes passed. Another commercial break. Five minutes more, and then more ads. Still another five minutes of the episode before another break. It was a very annoying pattern that was forcing her to grind her teeth. Meanwhile, two boys were perched at a laptop computer in a room over Jill's; one was a resident while the other was a boy from down the alley. Tears streamed from their eyes as they laughed at the image of the woman on the screen. Her face had turned all possible shades of red from frustration and was now turning purple. "You see, Keyop?" Masaaki managed to sputter between guffaws, "I told you hijacking that streaming service'd be fun!" A familiar gasp came from the doorway behind them. "Keyop!" Princess cried, "You should be ashamed of yourself!" "Uh oh." Keyop breathed, "Busted."

EW: LOL

Um, I like New Kids on the Block..... But I can see how frustrating those ads would be! They drive me nuts! Thank goodness for ad-blockers!

Nothing against you, TJ! If you'd seen the clips from a reality show about a NKOTB cruise, you'd understand.