Bits and bobs
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whiski_sourATTN: Teenagers cruising my street after school...
It's a fat chick in a wife beater mowing the lawn, not a fifty car pile up with body parts for miles. Stop gawking or I'll be forced to charge admission to the freak show I'll call "Fat people who are active enough to do yardwork".
Morons.
At the announcers' table of destruction...
Heidenreich: *kidnaps Michael Cole by chucking him into the crowd before throwing him over his shoulder* Ha! You will be my new bride!
Michael Cole: *dangles limply*
Taz: *jumps barrier and runs after them* Hey! That's MY bitch!
Unrelated things happen.
In a small, lockable-from-the-inside broom closet...
Heidenreich: *has a very uncomfortable looking Michael Cole pushed up against the door and is apparently engaging in anal sex with him from behind while he whispers sweet nothings*
Michael Cole: *winces, grimaces, and makes other uncomfortable sex faces* Lube?
More unrelated things happen.
Back in the magical inside-locking broom closet...
Heidenreich: *now has Michael Cole pinned with his back to the door and is reading him poetry*
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I don't like to use lube
When I screw you!
Michael Cole: *still looking very uncomfortable* Look. This can only be a one time thing. I'm Taz's bitch!
Heidenreich: I understand. I let you go. *lets Michael Cole go, but grabs him again* But I will have you one day!
Michael Cole: Yeah. Sure. I gotta go.
And, then stuffed happened that I missed because my dad talked to me.
Meanwhile, back where the action is...
Taz: *runs back to the announcers table of destruction sans bitch and goes on to say something about strap ons when Rico is in the ring because Michael Cole isn't there to stop him*
I love this angle. Heh.
I'm bone tired today. Stayed up too late last night and did too much today.
Okay, not really. But, I THOUGHT about doing too much today. That counts.
It's a fat chick in a wife beater mowing the lawn, not a fifty car pile up with body parts for miles. Stop gawking or I'll be forced to charge admission to the freak show I'll call "Fat people who are active enough to do yardwork".
Morons.
At the announcers' table of destruction...
Heidenreich: *kidnaps Michael Cole by chucking him into the crowd before throwing him over his shoulder* Ha! You will be my new bride!
Michael Cole: *dangles limply*
Taz: *jumps barrier and runs after them* Hey! That's MY bitch!
Unrelated things happen.
In a small, lockable-from-the-inside broom closet...
Heidenreich: *has a very uncomfortable looking Michael Cole pushed up against the door and is apparently engaging in anal sex with him from behind while he whispers sweet nothings*
Michael Cole: *winces, grimaces, and makes other uncomfortable sex faces* Lube?
More unrelated things happen.
Back in the magical inside-locking broom closet...
Heidenreich: *now has Michael Cole pinned with his back to the door and is reading him poetry*
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I don't like to use lube
When I screw you!
Michael Cole: *still looking very uncomfortable* Look. This can only be a one time thing. I'm Taz's bitch!
Heidenreich: I understand. I let you go. *lets Michael Cole go, but grabs him again* But I will have you one day!
Michael Cole: Yeah. Sure. I gotta go.
And, then stuffed happened that I missed because my dad talked to me.
Meanwhile, back where the action is...
Taz: *runs back to the announcers table of destruction sans bitch and goes on to say something about strap ons when Rico is in the ring because Michael Cole isn't there to stop him*
I love this angle. Heh.
I'm bone tired today. Stayed up too late last night and did too much today.
Okay, not really. But, I THOUGHT about doing too much today. That counts.
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Date: 2004-09-19 12:32 am (UTC)*snorks* Oh, I LOVE being stared at by random people when I'm in public. Yes, I know I'm fat and grossly unattractive, you don't need to stare at me to prove it to myself, universal personage ;-)
WL,
Missy
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Date: 2004-09-19 12:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-22 11:39 am (UTC)You mean every woman in the world doesn't jiggle around wearing a thong and holding a gun?! Blasphemer!
WL,
Missy