8.04.2004
Well, I've decided to write a book, and I'm now going to post the first chapter. You will probably think that I'm crazy, or maybe you'll think It/I jsut suck(s). But you really have to remember how Awesome I am. With that said, here you go.
Charlie’s Club
Chapiter Uno
It was a day, there were some existences, and it was a year not unlike our own. Seventeen days had gone by since then, and now more then ever they wanted to know what it is that it was. So to make a long story short, I should start with the first event. An event, which was to be the event of the century. Why you ask? Actually a lot of questions have been asked by you by this point, and only a graph of Para has gone.
Ezmerzelda and Samus stood at the back of the crowded club conversing of things of a nature. “There’s this guy I need you to meet.” Said Ezmerzelda. Ezmerzelda, being the pushier of the two, pulled Samus by the hand and pulled her into, not next too, into, the male in question. “Watch it bitch!” the man said, and sat back down. “Well that was a bust” Ezmerzelda said as she pushed a wisp of her cherry golden hair out of her eyes. “Whatever. I tried.” She continued.
The party got louder and stuffier as the night went on, and sleazy grease balls kept hitting on the two attractive ladies. This being the less friendly side of town, and the average corner the club sat on was frequented by prostitutes, and johns, it made for some pretty interesting moments between the two.
The two girls enjoyed coming to this place because of the cheap drinks and the possiblility of meeting random people. Other then that is was a mystery to why the two liked this particular bar so much. It couldn't of been the regulars, because they ranged from 30 to 70 years of age and most were bar flys, hookers and johns. It was a neat little system they seemed to have worked out, which was part of teh hilarity of hanging out in such a hole.
“You fucking bitch! You said 2 fucks and a suck for 30, and all you did was dance around a little and take off your shit!” a drunken ex navy officer yelled as they walked down the flight of stairs, separated from the rest of the bar by a door that said “Fantastico Back Pleasers”. It was a hokey name for a hokey cover for a sleaze den, but it actually was a legit family owned herbal back massage clinic during the day. But the reasons people do things are other stories for another time.
“Isn’t that major Carnicad?” Samus asked as she looked over to the staggering half-naked ex-marine. “Because I think I saw him as a contestant on that public access show ‘Lenny Lomez’.” “I’m not familiar.” Ezmerzelda said and kept drinking her random house drink of the night. “It’s that wanna-be talk show where the overly eccentric host Lenny Lomez, gets trashy people and exploits hilarious problems or cleans them up a bit, so slightly better off people like us can feel better about being boring, clean, unimpoverished middle of the roaders. And sadly, it works. “Sounds like my last job.” Ezmerzelda replied. “Yea, it’s a freak show. I think there was a show last week called ‘I was rabid, and now I’m corn Beef and Cabbage’. They actually take this 400-pound and give her a pair of sunglasses and 600 dollars worth of cheep liposuction and plastic surgery from a doctor who is a show regular and is named “Dr. Odd Giggle”. They put her in a house, locked away on a desert island with 13 hopeful homeless men who must win her love by fighting each other in an ‘awesome disqualification contest’ of party games like ‘pin the tail on the donkey’ and ‘bobbing for apples’. She eliminates the guys until there is one last poor schlub, who then finds out he not only wins the contest, but the two love birds get to be lobotomized and sent into a maze. I think he got eliminated fast.”
Ezmerzelda’s only response was “I have no idea what you just said.” To which Samus replied, “Well at any rate, the show has oddly high production values.” “What show was this?” said Ezmerzelda. “Oh never mind, the VLT machine is open, get outta here.” And Ezmerzelda, now with a slightly less sober stagger sauntered over to her virtual lottery machine of love.
Well theres what I have for the first chapter, and ill have another chunk of the story ready soon enough. let me know what you think in my guestbook. thats what it's there for. Cheers!
Charlie’s Club
Chapiter Uno
It was a day, there were some existences, and it was a year not unlike our own. Seventeen days had gone by since then, and now more then ever they wanted to know what it is that it was. So to make a long story short, I should start with the first event. An event, which was to be the event of the century. Why you ask? Actually a lot of questions have been asked by you by this point, and only a graph of Para has gone.
Ezmerzelda and Samus stood at the back of the crowded club conversing of things of a nature. “There’s this guy I need you to meet.” Said Ezmerzelda. Ezmerzelda, being the pushier of the two, pulled Samus by the hand and pulled her into, not next too, into, the male in question. “Watch it bitch!” the man said, and sat back down. “Well that was a bust” Ezmerzelda said as she pushed a wisp of her cherry golden hair out of her eyes. “Whatever. I tried.” She continued.
The party got louder and stuffier as the night went on, and sleazy grease balls kept hitting on the two attractive ladies. This being the less friendly side of town, and the average corner the club sat on was frequented by prostitutes, and johns, it made for some pretty interesting moments between the two.
The two girls enjoyed coming to this place because of the cheap drinks and the possiblility of meeting random people. Other then that is was a mystery to why the two liked this particular bar so much. It couldn't of been the regulars, because they ranged from 30 to 70 years of age and most were bar flys, hookers and johns. It was a neat little system they seemed to have worked out, which was part of teh hilarity of hanging out in such a hole.
“You fucking bitch! You said 2 fucks and a suck for 30, and all you did was dance around a little and take off your shit!” a drunken ex navy officer yelled as they walked down the flight of stairs, separated from the rest of the bar by a door that said “Fantastico Back Pleasers”. It was a hokey name for a hokey cover for a sleaze den, but it actually was a legit family owned herbal back massage clinic during the day. But the reasons people do things are other stories for another time.
“Isn’t that major Carnicad?” Samus asked as she looked over to the staggering half-naked ex-marine. “Because I think I saw him as a contestant on that public access show ‘Lenny Lomez’.” “I’m not familiar.” Ezmerzelda said and kept drinking her random house drink of the night. “It’s that wanna-be talk show where the overly eccentric host Lenny Lomez, gets trashy people and exploits hilarious problems or cleans them up a bit, so slightly better off people like us can feel better about being boring, clean, unimpoverished middle of the roaders. And sadly, it works. “Sounds like my last job.” Ezmerzelda replied. “Yea, it’s a freak show. I think there was a show last week called ‘I was rabid, and now I’m corn Beef and Cabbage’. They actually take this 400-pound and give her a pair of sunglasses and 600 dollars worth of cheep liposuction and plastic surgery from a doctor who is a show regular and is named “Dr. Odd Giggle”. They put her in a house, locked away on a desert island with 13 hopeful homeless men who must win her love by fighting each other in an ‘awesome disqualification contest’ of party games like ‘pin the tail on the donkey’ and ‘bobbing for apples’. She eliminates the guys until there is one last poor schlub, who then finds out he not only wins the contest, but the two love birds get to be lobotomized and sent into a maze. I think he got eliminated fast.”
Ezmerzelda’s only response was “I have no idea what you just said.” To which Samus replied, “Well at any rate, the show has oddly high production values.” “What show was this?” said Ezmerzelda. “Oh never mind, the VLT machine is open, get outta here.” And Ezmerzelda, now with a slightly less sober stagger sauntered over to her virtual lottery machine of love.
Well theres what I have for the first chapter, and ill have another chunk of the story ready soon enough. let me know what you think in my guestbook. thats what it's there for. Cheers!
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