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Post by Brady on Apr 13, 2004 3:52:39 GMT -5
No, thats ok. I'm fine. But do you have any food or anything? I haven't eaten in a very long time. Sorry for being a burden. My stomach rumbles and growls.
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Post by Usha on Apr 13, 2004 3:54:17 GMT -5
"I have some girlscout cookies, since I am a girl scout." Usha goes to her cookie jar that is shaped like a unicorn head and gets him some thin mints.
"Here you go Brady!"
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Post by Brady on Apr 13, 2004 3:56:58 GMT -5
My mouth opens wide.
No way.... How did you know thin mints were my favorite?!?!?!? I take 5 thin mints at once and chuck them down my throat.
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Post by Usha on Apr 13, 2004 4:01:00 GMT -5
"You can judge a lot about a guy from what sort of cookies he likes. Jerks like Samoas, Funny Guys like Thin Mints, Boring Guys like Shortbread, Psychos like Peanut butter chocolate ones, and pimps like Pinata's..our newest strawberry cookie."
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Post by Brady on Apr 13, 2004 4:01:38 GMT -5
( Wow, we're the only ones here. Lol. )
I take 15 more, eat 3 of them, and save the rest for later.
This is heaven. I've got my favorite kind of cookie, in a cool room, with a polar bear, and there is someone really cute next to me. I look over at Usha and smile.
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Post by Brady on Apr 13, 2004 4:05:23 GMT -5
I think about the cookie/guy thing.
Wow, it does make sense. Where did you learn that? Did they teach you that at Girl Scouts? Maybe I should've went to boy scouts....
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Post by Usha on Apr 13, 2004 4:05:51 GMT -5
"Yeah it sure is nice!" Usha says.
She puts her arms around him and hugs him.
"I agree!" the stuffed polar bear says.
"Oh yeah, I forgot, my toy polar bear can talk!!"
"Yes, they teach us that when we are about to sell girlscout cookies. There is a two week seminar on it." Usha says with a smile.
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Post by Brady on Apr 13, 2004 4:10:09 GMT -5
Amazed, I look at the polar bear.
WOW! Its a talking stuffed toy polar bear! Yay! Now it's better then heaven. It's... Grrreat! Usha!
( Couldn't think of anything better then heaven. Wait. Usha is better then heaven. )
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Post by Usha on Apr 13, 2004 4:13:34 GMT -5
"You two are so cute. You should kiss her Brady." the polar bear toy says.
Usha feels embarassed and throws him out the window.
"Uh...nevermind him." she blushes.
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Post by Brady on Apr 13, 2004 4:17:49 GMT -5
I laugh.
Poor polar bear.
I lean over and kiss Usha. I slowly release my lips.
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Post by Usha on Apr 13, 2004 4:21:48 GMT -5
Brady's kiss is very soft and pleasant. i kiss him back and smile.
"I am going to take a nap. I used up all of my energy going to the afterlife."
Usha curls into her bed and pulls the blanket over her. The polar bear toy climbs though the window. He is missing a button eye, but looks okay. He climbs into bed with her.
"Good night Brady see you tomorrow!!"
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Post by Brady on Apr 13, 2004 4:25:38 GMT -5
I wave goodbye and I go down the stairs to the streets where I take a left and head down the street to the church. I enter the church and up the stairs to my room where I sleep.
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Post by Mercutio on Apr 13, 2004 6:12:17 GMT -5
Mercutio enters the small corner restaurant and is ushered into a dimly lit room by the buxom waitress. He gropes her as she seats him at the end of a very long table. At the other end is Augusto Florentini, head of the Florintini family and his many rival in the city of Venice. A cigar droops from Florintini's fleshy lips. There is an attractive woman sitting on each of his flabby legs, and his gray pin stip suit pinches his girth. Mercutio takes a seat and says nothing to the obese and soon to be dead crime boss.
"Buona sera...Sono Qui..." Mercutio says.
"I am glad you are here, you 'a know why I a' called you. You killed my boys and so a now I want to speak to you, man to man. This war it has gone on for far too long and I think we can a' end it, you know what I mean? You and I we are not so different you know. So what do you say, I am willing to be your partner." -Florentini says in an accent that sounds like a cliche italian american gangster.
"Io non penso..." Mercutio responds.
Florentini trembles in shock.
"Come here Tommy," Mercutio says, his Tommy gun is summoned and he immediately starts firing at Florentini and the attractive women at his side. His flabby body is riddled with bullets. Blood squirts onto the walls. Florintini's fat face falls into the full plate of spegetti that he moments ago was eating. Tomato sauce and blood spill across the table.
Mercutio enters the main dining room where unsuspecting couples enjoy their dinners together.
"Arrivederci"
He opens fire. People duck and cover as he executes them one by one in a merciless spray of bullets. When everyone is dead, he crosses the street to the catholic church. He goes to the confessional to speak with the priest and find forgiveness from his god.
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Post by Victoria on Apr 13, 2004 6:22:56 GMT -5
After my lovely encounter with Dr. Feelbad, I decide that a drink is an order. I head to the bar, something I loathe doing. I sit up at the bar and order a "Screaming Orgasm" something that I am in desperate need of.
"I can not stand him. I should have shot him right away before he had the chance to react."
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Post by Lightmer Witmer on Apr 13, 2004 6:29:28 GMT -5
Lightmer Witmer enters the bar and sees an attractive woman sitting alone. He sits next to her and orders a ginger ale.
"You seem troubled. You know, I could help that. I am a psychologist. In fact my dear, I am the head of the Ministry of Psychology."
Lightmer pushes his thick glasses up his nose and nurses his ginger ale.
"Nothing like Canadian Dry to ease the nerves after a long day of work," says Lightmer.
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