Woohooooo! Seale, you & me & farts & flames are just too good together! Did you see the look on that woman’s face? Priceless! If we ever get to Vegas, I bet Siegfried & Roy give us a job.
I do feel bad about her cat, though.
Dan sez: <font size=5> I think I’m gonna be car-sick! BLEAAGG!</font>
Cyborg sez:<font face=“westminster” size=5> So am I! BLEAGG!</font>
Is an appreciation of beauty a function of the human soul?
::knock knock::
Excuse me, but does anyone have any Grey Poupon?
::exit, stage left, rapidly::
- A rose by any other name would still have thorns -
::knock knock::
Excuse me, but does anyone have any Grey Poupon?
::exit, stage left, rapidly::
- A rose by any other name would still have thorns -
And as he thread slowly loses steam, ChiefScott pulls a 3 g 90 degree turn and flies off to the CPO club on base, preparing to imbibe copeous amounts of liquid refreshment with Sealemon.
“Woohoo,” exclaims Seal, “more free booze!”
:::combs his greasy hair with a bloody fork:::
Damn…I haven’t heard a lot of commotion from the people in a while…I wonder if they’re afraid of me…hehh…heheheh…hahah…haha…ahhaha…hahahah…HAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAH!!!
:::coughs:::
Sorry, had to clear my throat…
:::reapplies to syringe to his arm:::
Doctor’s orders…is that tequila?
Damn, that must have been one hell of a big moose schlong that elelle threw on the roof. It was so big that the Yeti made him a whole suit out of the skin.
eeeewwwwwwweeeee, now he’s eating it.
I say if he’s not dead yet we kill him ! He has all the good drugs up there and hasn’t offered us any.
Not that I , innocent that I am, would ever do drugs !
ChiefScott and Sealemon will be next on my to die list ( notice I did not say to do list ! ) if they don’t give up some of that booze they have.
Ayesha - Lioness
There are two solutions to every problem : the wrong one, and mine
(Thomas A. Edison)
Poof!! Poof!!
A double ejection from the Tomcat!!
ChiefScott and Sealemon are floating gently down towards the ambulance in their ejection seats.
Each cradling a bottle of the precious hootch for the lioness.
Poof!! Poof!!
A double ejection from the Tomcat!!
ChiefScott and Sealemon are floating gently down towards the ambulance in their ejection seats.
Each cradling a bottle of the precious hootch for the lioness.
Landing atop the careening vehicle, they step over a zoned out lunatic and swing in through the rear doors.
Ayesha grabs a bottle of the homemade firewater, takes a slug and vomits into Satan’s lap.
What the hell is in that stuff ?
Wait let me try another shot.
Whew, man, I haven’t tasted anything that foul since I drank a half bottle of thunderbird hot !
umm, of course I did go streaking through downtown Abilene after I drank it.
Hey, put that funnel down ! I don’t need any help drinking this.
I mean it back off, I have matches and Sealemon looks ready to let loose again.
Ayesha - Lioness
There are two solutions to every problem : the wrong one, and mine
(Thomas A. Edison)
:::is startled awake by the commotion around him:::
:::sees the empty parachutes around him:::
Oh no…the parachutes…sheriff sent paratroopers after me…NOOO!!!
:::fires random shots from his shotgun into the sky and injects extra doses into his arm:::
ARGGHHH!!!
:::flops down and puts his face on the windshield of the ambulance, growling loudly, with fire in his eyes:::
People are stupid. That’s all that ever needs to be said.
Wow…will ya look at Neuro? standing there, holding her little cat, getting hit on by some guy (good luck there, hehe. Didn’t anyone tell him?). Having a news reporter asking her how she feels.
Let’s get her in the caravan guys! We’ll tell her we’re sorry, and let her drown her grief in our cheap booze.
And when she passes out, we can shave her. 
You say “cheesy” like that’s a BAD thing.
Uh, guy? Just woke up here on the floor of the ol’ ambulance. Just found a petrified jelly doughut under the seat. Sheesh, you’d think EMT’s would have more respect for their bodies than to eat that shit!
Any Cheetos or jerky left?
Uh, I didn’t mind the yeti on the roof too much…man, now he’s singing and he couldn’t carry a tune in a bucket…but I dunno about getting Neurro all pissed off.
She’s 6’tall, she’s leather clad and she’s in mourning for her wombat…uh, cat. We may be in trouble here.
Hey, what’s the Lioness doing in Satan’s lap!? Oh, never mind, she’s just heaving. For a minute there I thought we might have to deal w/ a pissed off Lion, too.
Pass me that Everclear, Chief.
Veb
:::perches himself back onto the top of his mighty “steed” and slams his fists through the roof:::
I ASKED FOR MY TEQUILA WORM A LONG TIME AGO! I THOUGHT THIS WAS A FIRST CLASS SEAT!
:::sees some movement through the back window, peaks in, and sees Satan with a strange figure on his lap:::
Hmm…in-flight movie…I could get used to this…
People are stupid. That’s all that ever needs to be said.
Damn it ! I told you, I’m not that Debbie, now let go of my ears
Ayesha - Lioness
There are two solutions to every problem : the wrong one, and mine
(Thomas A. Edison)
<stands by the side of the road with her thumb out and a bag of Cruncy Cheetos in her other hand>
“Only when he no longer knows what he is doing, does the painter do good
things.” --Edgar Degas
There’s a fully-armed but pilotless Navy warplane circling above, and a toastcat has attached itself to Neurro like a velcro Garfield.
I’m drunk on tequila, and there’s a dope fiend Big Foot on the roof.
I’ve seen flying moose peckers and witnessed a guy knock down walls with his nuclear flatus.
Incontovertible proof that time travel is possible. I’ve gone back to the summer of 1970, and the acid is cheap and plentiful.
Pretty soon the walls will start breathing, and geometric dragons will take up residence inside my shirt. I can’t wait for my shoes to begin arguing and my hair to start to itch.
Musn’t be greedy. I’ll just drop the rest of these black microdots into the communal tequila.
“Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds…”
I think we are ready for Graceland, now.
< looking around at convoy, smirking >
You say “cheesy” like that’s a BAD thing.
Either this thread or this ambulance is pushing 600.
I think I’m peaking.
“Look at all the happy creatures dancing on the lawn.”
The lights, the colors…
What in the name of wide, wide nuclear warfar is the Chief doin’ with the YETI!
Oh, mother o’ pearl, the DT’s have set in. Here we have Chief Scott and a Dope Sniffin’ Hooker Visitin’ Dutchoid person duking it out with a bigfoot thing hitching a ride on the top of a stolen ambulance.
Hey, wait a goldarned minute. Where the hell is UncleBeer?! He’s the one who started this mess. Bet the wuss is back around the charred, smoking hole that used to be his home, trying sweetalk out of this.
Hey! UncleBeer! Neurro wants to talk to you about her wombat…uh, cat! And whaddya you suggest we do about the tone deaf yeti on the roof of the ambulance, you quitter??
Some $%^&&**(# Thanksgiving this turned out ot be.
Does Butterball have a Yeti Hotline?
Pouting,
Veb