What happens in BOC does not necessarily stay in BOC.

I arrived at work this morning to find this confusing email. After about 45 minutes of re-reading it and half-awake pondering, I can only conclude that it happened while I was weekending in the BOC. I do not follow any of her references, which confirms this fact.


SUBJECT: An Inuit to trade?

Hi Nathan,
I'm afraid we have no photos to share with you and the
boys right now--we're not very proficient with this
new Mac that Nicole bought. We promise to figure it
out soon and send you the pics. Hopefully you guys
have some to share with us?

You guys are hilarious--thanks for introducing us to
"one red paperclip". We should all meet up again soon,
but maybe somewhere a little further from Blackout
City.

Teresa

Things I'd like to know:

What "one red paperclip" is
how one goes about trading an eskimo?
What she is willing/offering to trade for an eskimo?


A small sidenote: I believe our interaction with these ladies arose when Nuedo and I walked over with the pineapple we had stolen from the Pourhouse, I broke a hole in the pineapple in frotn of them with my sharp little fingers, and starting squeezing fresh pineapple juice into their beers, telling them it would enhance the flavor.