Post by logan on Oct 22, 2006 12:47:56 GMT -5
I was dancing with myself, ohhh.. dancing with myself.
Logan: Butch, I'm not playing this stupid game.
The scene opens up, Logan is standing in the living room of his house with his hands covering his eyes.
Logan: It'll be fun, Logan. Just start counting..
Logan sighs.
Logan: To ten? Uh, yeah Logan.. to ten. Wait, you may have to stick around for that. Huh? Uh, nevermind, Butch. One, two, three, four, five, six.. er.. wait, this is impossible.
Logan removes his hands from his face.
Logan: Your cheating! No I'm not, there isn't anyway to cheat Butch.. because this game is impossible. How is it impossible? There is NO WAY for you to hide.
Logan looks down a second.
Logan: Oh, well.. I guess your right. We need someone to play with, Logan. Hm, maybe I could call Jones. Lawnmower Jones doesn't even own a phone, Logan. No, Butch.. he's got a cell phone. Yeah but, he don't even know how to use it.
Logan walks over to his couch, sitting down.
Logan: I'm bored Butch.
Logan clicks on the T.V., and turns on his DVD player as a porn comes on.
Logan: Logan!
Logan leans back on the couch, and undoes his belt buckle.
Logan: What? Logan! You are not looking at porn in front of me. Whoa Butch, I thought you were a team player.
Logan looks down at his belt.
Logan: What are you doing Logan? I'm just relaxing man, chill out. I'm not going whack it, don't worry.. besides, your acting like you've never seen it before. We're a team Butch, and sometimes.. yeah..
Logan sighs.
Logan: Logan, Logan, Logan. You've got a match coming up with your more vicious enemy of all time, and all you can think about is looking at porn? Uh, yup..
The scene fades out, as Logan fast forwards to the money shot.
Logan: Butch, I'm not playing this stupid game.
The scene opens up, Logan is standing in the living room of his house with his hands covering his eyes.
Logan: It'll be fun, Logan. Just start counting..
Logan sighs.
Logan: To ten? Uh, yeah Logan.. to ten. Wait, you may have to stick around for that. Huh? Uh, nevermind, Butch. One, two, three, four, five, six.. er.. wait, this is impossible.
Logan removes his hands from his face.
Logan: Your cheating! No I'm not, there isn't anyway to cheat Butch.. because this game is impossible. How is it impossible? There is NO WAY for you to hide.
Logan looks down a second.
Logan: Oh, well.. I guess your right. We need someone to play with, Logan. Hm, maybe I could call Jones. Lawnmower Jones doesn't even own a phone, Logan. No, Butch.. he's got a cell phone. Yeah but, he don't even know how to use it.
Logan walks over to his couch, sitting down.
Logan: I'm bored Butch.
Logan clicks on the T.V., and turns on his DVD player as a porn comes on.
Logan: Logan!
Logan leans back on the couch, and undoes his belt buckle.
Logan: What? Logan! You are not looking at porn in front of me. Whoa Butch, I thought you were a team player.
Logan looks down at his belt.
Logan: What are you doing Logan? I'm just relaxing man, chill out. I'm not going whack it, don't worry.. besides, your acting like you've never seen it before. We're a team Butch, and sometimes.. yeah..
Logan sighs.
Logan: Logan, Logan, Logan. You've got a match coming up with your more vicious enemy of all time, and all you can think about is looking at porn? Uh, yup..
The scene fades out, as Logan fast forwards to the money shot.
