The NEW Faster Loading Treehouse
POSTED BY: Malicious
UPDATED: Saturday, January 15, 2005 20:09
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*Ebo jumps up on her pool table*
Ok folks! We're taken bets! Is You in an Aliance friendly bar come uni-day? Or is there a theif in their midst? (The theif of course being You, hopefully stealing more effigy's of me. But without the hate.)
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Four out of five gynecologists recommend calling Ebo a girl.
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Um, what's the bet?
That I'm the theif? Cause that sounds like a sure thing, ya know, fixed. I know what I'll do so it would be silly to bet me being a uni celebrator.
www.thatweirdgirl.com
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I bet he is on that island on "Lost" and ran into the "thing in the jungle."
Mal-licious
Co-Holder of the Red Bell from Hell
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maybe me's/i am slapping them? cattle like.
but I'm gonna go with the first one, me's hitting uni supportors over the head with cues. (please ignore my pronoun confusion)
I just sounds better than me, you know?
twg's got five green m&ms on it.
www.thatweirdgirl.com
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Its You thats actually better then Me and I.
We've talked about this before. Get with the program.
I see your M&Ms and raise you a smartey.
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Its You thats actually better then Me and I.
We've talked about this before. Get with the program.
I see your M&Ms and raise you a smartey.
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Four out of five gynecologists recommend calling Ebo a girl.
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* A spot of light appears low on the wall of the Treehouse common room, expanding to reveal a dark void. From it, a pool cue clatters to the floor. Then out of this hole in reality crawls The Real Me. He seems battered and bruised, with several cuts on his face and forearms. His clothes are in a somewhat ragged condition, and he is missing his left shoe. Behind him, he drags a cooler. The Real Me gets himself to a sitting position, leaning on the cooler. *
Whew! Obtaining bottled Pepsimilk is getting more difficult with each trip. We might have to start mixing our own.
* The Real Me starts to undo the latch on the cooler. *
But I brought another treat! In this container I have…
* Suddenly, a purple tentacle whips from the still-open hole in reality, wrapping itself about the cooler and entering into a tug of war with The Real Me. The Real Me struggles to retrieve the nearby pool cue and then uses it to whack the tentacle several times. *
BAD MONSTER! BAD MONSTER! DOWN, BOY! NOT FOR YOU!
* An unearthly howl comes from the monster, then the tentacle releases the cooler and retreats back into the hole in reality, which promptly closes behind it. The Real Me gets to his feet, dusts himself off, and hands the pool cue to Sparky. *
Now where was I?
* The Real Me opens the cooler and rummages around inside. With a smile, he brings out some bowls. *
Look, Ebo, ICE CREAM!
* The Real Me is confused for a moment when there is no response. Then he realizes that he is speaking to the Effigy of Ebo. *
Huh! It looks just like an effigy, but without the hate.
The Real Me
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*Ebo hops from foot to foot making squeeky noises, unable to find words to express her jubulation.*
Ice cream! Mine! eeeee!
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Four out of five gynecologists recommend calling Ebo a girl.
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TRM, are you alright.
*Looks TRM up and down.*
Do you need to lay down and rest? I canmake you a new left shoe. It's the least I can do...risking your life just to get me some PepsiMilk.
*reclines on the floor with a bottle of pepsimilk, a bowl of sinfully yummy ice cream, and a smile*
thanks You!!!
looks like i lost the bet.
www.thatweirdgirl.com
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* The Real Me smiles at Ebo, who is still only moderately coherent, then turns to That Weird Girl. *
Oh, not to worry. Not to worry. I'm fine. And those shoes were getting worn out, anyway.
* The Real Me lays down on his back in the middle of the big rug in the center of the Treehouse common room. He closes his eyes and relaxes, almost drifting off to a restful sleep. Suddenly, his eyes open. *
Oh, right! About the ice cream! I almost forgot to mention it. It's a very special brand, you see. It always tastes like whatever your favorite flavor happens to be.
The Real Me
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