[con]The ad-ven-shures-a' Jimbo Bob, Tusko Mag n' the C.O!!
Posted: Sun Nov 17, 2002 2:46 am
It is noon. HIGH noon. No, not the HIGH you're thinking about. The HIGH noon where the sun is die-rect-lee above yer heads an' it's hotter n' hell. Yup, Redding has had it's mitee fine share of HIGH noons, but this one was...How do I phrase it...Fucked up. Yep, there are many Fucked-Up conversations here in our lil' ol' minin' town, but this here gem takes the pie.
It was sorta' bout'...uh...Oh screw it. On with the gul-dangnated show.
(on a mighty fine porch outside the As-court-ees gamblin' hall )
Tusko Mag--Hey, you here bout' this Vault' Dweller, Jimbo?
Jimbo--* shrugs * not really. Wat you up ta?
TM--Hell, I don' no. Maybe...Naw.* spits in a shiny cup thingee
* some sorta messed-up guy wearin' some worn out blue an' yeller suit
with the number "13" walks by *
TM-- Hey- lookee here, Jimbo! I think it's him! Hey, you feller! Come over here!
the foo' wearin' the weird suit comes-a-runnin' over to the porch
Chosen One-Hello, sirs. What do you want?
Jimbo-Yup * damn foo' is half-asleepin' in his lil' ol' chair made-a wood n' lattice
TM--Git up you gang-maned foo'! The Vault Dweller's a comin' hur!
Jimbo-Yup foo', ain't he not? The poor minded feller is-a dozin' off
Tusko Mag gits out a wrench an' beats Jimbo with it! Har! The foo' gets up an' blinks his foo' eyes and gits up
Jimbo-Hey! Thur's a Vault Meller here? Where?
TM-Shut up ya foo'!
Chosen One-give im' the 'you a foo'' look uh...um.o..k...?
TM-Yer gonna halfta forgit bout him. He's nuthin' but a foo'. But, you'll git used to him.
Chosen One-What do you mean, "I'll git used to him?" First of all-I'm new here and second of all-you spelled git wro...
TM-Don't ya wanna have sum frends to come long with ya?
Jimbo-Wat the hell? a noise like a cat yelpin' comes-a screaming from outta the house Jimbo's in
Chosen One-Well, what do I have to loose?
TM-Well wat ar we waiting fer? GIT UP JIMBO!! WE'RE GOING ON AN ADVENTURE!!!
T~B~C
Weird, huh? Yer thinkin bout the second part of this here little story, ain't ya? Welp, sorry ta burst yer drool, but You've got ta wait for the..."busy" author ta finish it!
Yup.
It was sorta' bout'...uh...Oh screw it. On with the gul-dangnated show.
(on a mighty fine porch outside the As-court-ees gamblin' hall )
Tusko Mag--Hey, you here bout' this Vault' Dweller, Jimbo?
Jimbo--* shrugs * not really. Wat you up ta?
TM--Hell, I don' no. Maybe...Naw.* spits in a shiny cup thingee
* some sorta messed-up guy wearin' some worn out blue an' yeller suit
with the number "13" walks by *
TM-- Hey- lookee here, Jimbo! I think it's him! Hey, you feller! Come over here!
the foo' wearin' the weird suit comes-a-runnin' over to the porch
Chosen One-Hello, sirs. What do you want?
Jimbo-Yup * damn foo' is half-asleepin' in his lil' ol' chair made-a wood n' lattice
TM--Git up you gang-maned foo'! The Vault Dweller's a comin' hur!
Jimbo-Yup foo', ain't he not? The poor minded feller is-a dozin' off
Tusko Mag gits out a wrench an' beats Jimbo with it! Har! The foo' gets up an' blinks his foo' eyes and gits up
Jimbo-Hey! Thur's a Vault Meller here? Where?
TM-Shut up ya foo'!
Chosen One-give im' the 'you a foo'' look uh...um.o..k...?
TM-Yer gonna halfta forgit bout him. He's nuthin' but a foo'. But, you'll git used to him.
Chosen One-What do you mean, "I'll git used to him?" First of all-I'm new here and second of all-you spelled git wro...
TM-Don't ya wanna have sum frends to come long with ya?
Jimbo-Wat the hell? a noise like a cat yelpin' comes-a screaming from outta the house Jimbo's in
Chosen One-Well, what do I have to loose?
TM-Well wat ar we waiting fer? GIT UP JIMBO!! WE'RE GOING ON AN ADVENTURE!!!
T~B~C
Weird, huh? Yer thinkin bout the second part of this here little story, ain't ya? Welp, sorry ta burst yer drool, but You've got ta wait for the..."busy" author ta finish it!
Yup.