We should send around something like a Caliber ISP, ya know, like all around the country. Something that'll fly on an H-K. Only rules are:
GOTTA have some stills or video. I'll provide webspace for stills (the wankers who run my ISP disallow video in all formats)
MUST be sent around in the ORIGINAL carton, no matter how much tape it needs to stay mailable. Even if your mange-ridden malamut sinks his steeth into it or your Persian uses it as a sign post. Or Phil Stein's inflatable girlfriend uses it for a Dixie cup. :-)>
You lose it, break it, cato it, you get a blanket party on rmr. Bring your own gauze and splints; you'll need 'em.
You must have ONE picture of the rocket with a steamy concubine. Pre- or post-flight is irrelevant. Over 18 only. Or the whole staff of your local Hooters (preferably the FEMALE staff, Phil). A Wet T-shirt shot gets dinner for two on Phil Stein (no, not actually ON him 'cause you won't be able to THINK about food for a month after THAT one!) A disrobed shot gets dinner for two on me: Me and the Model B-Þ
Please: no shots with the Deflated Fried Egg team of your local Roadhouse (unless, of course, you're Phil Stein, because that's all he could muster...)
C'mon, whatcha think?