05-11-2005, 01:54 PM
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It's All About The Ass!!
Location: In a pool of mayonnaise!!
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Excuse me, m'am....sir.* Excuse me.* Yes, you.* Hi.* Hi there.* I was wondering...you see, I think I may be in a bit of a jam here.* It's just that, well, I can't seem to feel my fingers...or my toes.* Hell, I can't even bend my knees.* It also seems that I can't turn my head at all.* The hairy chested man with the camera that keeps chatting up my mom says to keep smiling.* I'm doing the best I can, but frankly I'm a little concerned.* Since I can't look down, I was wondering, could you tell me: do I still HAVE fingers and toes?* I mean are they missing or just numb?*
What?* What was that?* I look like an idiot in this stupid red suit?* Is that what you said?* Look asshole, I didn't ASK you for your opinion.* I simply asked you to verify the existence of my appendages.* Why do you have to get all snarky?* It's not like I chose this outfit, you moron.* But a kid's gotta make a living.* My mom's in between meal tickets right now and ever since that fucking babyface Artie stole the Gerber campaign, I've had to lower my standards a bit.* Besides, can't you read?* I am "Baby of the Year."* Baby of the YEAR, man.* Don't you get that?*
What?* I look like a what?* A giant inflamed whitehead?* Look, jackass, as soon as I find my hands I'm gonna show you EXACTLY which finger is my favorite.
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Asta!!
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It ain't goodbye, it's see ya later! I'll miss you guys!  - Asta!!
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