Oh hell yeah!
I’ll get behind the booth if any women (or a couple guys who may go that way - what the hell I’m open minded and it’s just a kiss) happen to stop by.
I hope someone shows up to kiss me though, or else I may just have to practice on ladyfoxfyre all day.
Hang on, I’m really not seeing a down side all of a sudden…
::Walks up to the booth, Babe Ruth autographed baseball in hand. Looks at Crunchy Frog and smiles::
What will THIS get me? 
Practicing on me…all day? Now, you did read what I wrote to galen, didn’t you? About hogging the merchandise?
But between the two of you and Shibb, [sub]and hopefully Verrain…[/sub] I’m sure we can come up with an interesting compromise 
sigh I’m out of the picture for the night, I fear. Time to go to work.
(walks slowly away, kicking at stones…)
sigh
As soon as we can verify that that is an actual Babe Ruth autographed baseball (none of my autographed baseballs are unverified), that will get you an enitre week in Froggyville, and once in Froggyville, the details are too intense to be described here.
That’s right, you read it here first. I will whore myself out for a baseball singed by a fat dead guy. I have no pride.
Well, galen’s gone and I’ll need someone to keep my lips warm when I’m not fulfilling my kissing booth duties. I can’t think of a better person to help me with that.
You will whore yourself out for a baseball singed by a dead guy? Do you make certain requests or will you take any song?
It took three readings of this post before I saw the typo. Let me rephrase that:
I will whore myself out for a baseball signed by a fat dead guy.
Smart ass.
::Hands Crunchy the Certificate of Authenticity and shows him the hologram sticker on the ball::
Now, a whole week?
Actually, that would a baseball sung by a dead guy. If it were singed, it could have been him lighting his farts or something. Or maybe very bad morning breath.
Don’t get in a hurry. I need to verify the Certificate of Authenticity with the company that it claims to be from (which company would that be BTW?). And with an autograph as old as Babe Ruth, I’m going to want to take this to an impartial third party for handwriting analysis. I’ve been collecting these things for a while now, I’m not just going to accept a ball cuz it comes with a piece of paper. I didn’t fall off the turnip truck just yesterday you know.
How about while I do all this, you plunk down a dollar, get your kiss, and stop holding up the line…
Er, um, the line that will be forming any minute now that is… hopefully.
Where’s my line?
So, m’lady, since it appears that Sir Crunchy is presently otherwise engaged, I have a small question for you:
Are you still wearing the jeans full of little assholes?
::Hands Crunchy a twenty and licks her lips::
Yes, since hardygrrl seems to be moving in on my merchandise…
Yes, my jeans always have little holes in them. Why do you ask? Are you looking at my ass?
Hehehe…
And the holes are all tongue sized!
::Sighs and takes her twenty back, tucking it into her bra::
Hahaha…Crunchy…yer funny there buddy…
:::sigh::::