Just wanted to be post 600!
(running away fleeing)…
Six hundred !!! whooohooo, now I am happy !!!
Ayesha - Lioness
There are two solutions to every problem : the wrong one, and mine
(Thomas A. Edison)
note to self,
voguevixen must die.
Alright I’ll flip ya for it.
Ayesha - Lioness
There are two solutions to every problem : the wrong one, and mine
(Thomas A. Edison)
:::manages to get ambulance door open and climbs back in, bruised & bloody…
OK, I don’t appreciate being dragged for five miles tangled up in a parachute. Pass me that mask, Rysdad…(inhales deeply) MMMMmmmm, that takes the edge off a little. Satan, you oughta turn on the windshield wipers, that’s a nasty looking bug splattered on there…Wonder if there’s any bandaids in here???
What the hell…
Christopher Columbus on a cracked wheat cracker! I have been unconscious for two days!
:::sniffs::: What is that smell? Please, somebody tell me it’s the yeti. I think I’d throw myself in front of this vehicle if it was me.
Where the hell are we anyway? Are we in Memphis yet? I still want some ashtrays from Graceland.
I am soooooooo hungry. :::rummages through purse::: Hey! A Blow-Pop! :::brushes lint from sucker, inserts sucker in mouth::: Wow! I’ve got some Altoids too! Better save those for dinner.
Is there any tequila left? The lint on my Blow-Pop is making me thirsty.
Cristi! My man! Thought you’d never come too… made sure you were still breathing though…
Guess it was Seale’s worrying that brought you back. Don’t he look cute in his new flight goggles & all???
:::pours tequila on the deep wounds, passes bottle to Cristi:::
:::The dashing CheifScott takes the wheel from Satan, who has been veering all over the road while peering at a map, cackling over some “Millenium Road Trip”…:::
No, Cristi, DON"T SALUTE!!! Not with that bottle in…
:::due to the high number of posts, he crawls down slowly from his roof post, opens the back door, and sneaks slowly inside…:::
People are stupid. That’s all that ever needs to be said.
i just wanted to me a part of history. now i shall go.
BURRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPP
i am special. i am cool. i am doper 3000!
Windshield? I thought that was gone miles ago… There’s no way it’s so clean it don’t look like it’s there, and I HOPE that stream of liquid is wiper fluid…
Yer pal,
Satan
:::rubbing forehead:::
Ow. Ow, ow, ow. Will somebody please take this bottle from me before I hurt myself again?
Hey you guys, look what I’ve got for you! Remember that Stuckey’s we stopped at so very long ago, where I got the Burritos of Death? Well, they had these cheap little portable pocket-sized TV’s. Here. My gift to you on Thanksgiving. Now go watch football.
Wha… what is going on here ? My head feels like it is gonna fall off. Damn ! And my ears hurt like hell too.
::looks in rearview mirror::
MY EARS, WHAT HAPPENED TO MY EARS ?!?!?!?!?!
::listens to several dopers explain why her ears are now bigger than Prince Charles’::
Uh huh, let me see if I’ve got this right shall we ?
First I drank ChiefScott’s booze, then proceeded to barf in Satans lap. Then the yeti came inside the ambulance. Since I kept drinking and puking, and none of you were armed, you took turns using my ears as aiming devices and firing me at the yeti.
Where was Sealemon’s ass ? I thought it was in charge of the defences around here.
Oh I see, he needed to be reloaded.
Well ok since it was all in self defense.
Now pass me that bottle.
Where is the yeti now ?
Ayesha - Lioness
There are two solutions to every problem : the wrong one, and mine
(Thomas A. Edison)
Look at the bright side, cat.
At least now your baseball cap won’t slide down over your eyes.
Nice ears. You look like a taxi with the doors open. 
This space for rent.
Wally, honey, everybody likes a little ass, nobody likes a smartass.
Now a well trained ass is a diffrent story !!!
HAPPY THANKSGIVING ALL !!!
Ayesha - Lioness
There are two solutions to every problem : the wrong one, and mine
(Thomas A. Edison)
:::quickly shields himself from the shots being fired at him:::
What is wrong with you people!!! I came down to…give…you Thanksgiving food…yess…that’s it…
:::empties his pockets onto the floor, letting everyone view the contents:::
A little dressing and booze will do it well. Hell, a little booze will do anything well.
:::applies a second syringe to his forearm:::
Ahhhh…this is what I’m thankful for…
< a moment of silence, while all the Dopers stare at the drugged-out, Yetil-lloking individual who is shooting up again. He is apparently dressed in the remnants of either prison garb or a robe from a mental institution. It’s so ragged, it’s hard to tell. He is also wearing a pair of broken sunglasses. >
Dude! welcome to the party! Want a bottle?
You say “cheesy” like that’s a BAD thing.
:::falls onto the floor and slouches into the corner:::
Maannn…you all have to stop jumping around so fast…
:::steals a bottle of tequila quickly and chugs some down:::
Unnhh…anybody want…some of these here needles? Just…antibiotics in them…yeah…good for the body…and mind…NOOO!!! LOOK AT THE GREEN ELEPHANT IN THE CORNER! HE’S GOT A GUN!
:::fires random shots into the corner of the ambulance:::
STAY AWAY FROM ME! I ALREADY GAVE YOU THE MONEY YOU WANTED!
Everybody stop ! Don’t eat the yeti’s food !
Remember that jacket is made from moose schlong skin. eeeeeewwwwwwww
Satan, pull into that Stop n Go ahead and we will pick up some cheesy puffs, beer,cinnoman rolls and M.D. 20/20, do we still have Uncle Beer’s credit card ? Good !
Once the clerk rings it all up everybody grab something and run like hell before they run that card through.
Ayesha - Lioness
There are two solutions to every problem : the wrong one, and mine
(Thomas A. Edison)
:::looks at himself:::
Moose schlong skin…disturbing…however, the latest foreign fashion trend…
:::pulls out a wallet from his pocket and flips through his pictures:::
I remember…my wedding day…it was so happy…and it all ended so fast…
:::cries upon the picture of his wife and collapses into a heap in the corner:::
Oh, here we go… the crazed bravado of what would appear to be a heroic man’s man, howling into the winds of freedom & anarchy… and it all boils down to love gone wrong! Yee-ikes… oh well, sad yeti, please don’t cry…
:::Sunset Lightning collapses into a confounding cacophany of sobs. He proffers the sacred photo:::
Oh, yeti, she’s beautiful. (wiping blood of of an ancient looking photograph. Weirdly, too ancient; it appears to be a daguerrotype) And so young!
:::deftly snatching the skint remains of the sacred mooose schlong out of the yeti’s coat pocket and stashing it in a secret place:::
It’s OK, you’re with friends, now…
:::Cristi sniffs the air, grimaces, takes a hearty slug of tequila:::
It’s just that…that… I mean we all know in our hearts, Yeti, that Love is just an abominal snow, man.
:: :Ducks & covers:::
:::grumbles in sorrow:::
She WAS beautiful…killed exactly 13 days after the wedding…her death caused me to be the insane killer I am today…MWAHAHAHA!!..sorry, force of habit…
:::scowls in anger:::
She was destroyed by the most maniacal, demonic force on Earth…Pokemon. She accidentally watched that show once, and her life force was immediately stolen by the bright, colorful characters…it’s so saddening…my life-long goal is now to destroy all remnants of anything along the lines of those demonic creatures…