Post by brotherhood on Aug 27, 2006 21:56:13 GMT -5
*David and Big John stand near their mailbox. A mailman is three houses down.*
David: He's right down the street, John, this is going to be exciting.
John: HECK YEAH!
David: Bro.. why are you yelling?
John: EXCIIITTEEDDD!!!
David: .. sigh ..
*The mailman walks up to them, and hands them a few flyers for local stores, and two envelopes. One is a phone bill, the other? It's a WCF envelope.*
John: RIP IT UP AND READ IT!
David: .. Rip it up? If I ripped it up then how the hell could I read it?
John: STOP ALL YOUR NONSENSE AND DO IT!
David: Do what? John.. this is a letter.. not a female.
*David tears the top off, and pulls out the slip. Reading the envelope, he says.*
David: This Sunday at Slam, you are in a Tag Team Title Contendership Match against Conrad Howell/Chad Allen and Ace/JJ Biggs. Here's two tickets for Sunday Morning.
John: OH YEAH A TAG TEAM TITLE SHOT ALREADY!!
David: What the? No, this is a contendership match! If we win, then we get a shot at the Pay Per View!
John: I still get to break-a-neck right?
David: Yes.
John: OH HECK YEAAAA! BREAK-A-NECK IS IN FULL EFFECT! YAARRR!!
David: Lets go back in.. it's too hot out here.
John: ARGGH!!!
*John takes the mailbox out of the ground and throws it into the yard, near the house.*
David: HEY WHAT THE ?
John: IM SOOOOO MAAADDDD
David: ... sigh.. what the hell is your problem?
John: I think I need some mountain dew!
David: You mean medicine?
John: A slurpee!!
*David just throws his arms down in frustration and walks back in the house. John grabs the mailbox and swings it over his shoulder, but takes out a few windchimes that hung down on the front porch. David cringes inside, and slams the front door. John tries to put the mailbox in the ground.. at first upside down.. then.. backwards.. then finally the right way.*
David: He's right down the street, John, this is going to be exciting.
John: HECK YEAH!
David: Bro.. why are you yelling?
John: EXCIIITTEEDDD!!!
David: .. sigh ..
*The mailman walks up to them, and hands them a few flyers for local stores, and two envelopes. One is a phone bill, the other? It's a WCF envelope.*
John: RIP IT UP AND READ IT!
David: .. Rip it up? If I ripped it up then how the hell could I read it?
John: STOP ALL YOUR NONSENSE AND DO IT!
David: Do what? John.. this is a letter.. not a female.
*David tears the top off, and pulls out the slip. Reading the envelope, he says.*
David: This Sunday at Slam, you are in a Tag Team Title Contendership Match against Conrad Howell/Chad Allen and Ace/JJ Biggs. Here's two tickets for Sunday Morning.
John: OH YEAH A TAG TEAM TITLE SHOT ALREADY!!
David: What the? No, this is a contendership match! If we win, then we get a shot at the Pay Per View!
John: I still get to break-a-neck right?
David: Yes.
John: OH HECK YEAAAA! BREAK-A-NECK IS IN FULL EFFECT! YAARRR!!
David: Lets go back in.. it's too hot out here.
John: ARGGH!!!
*John takes the mailbox out of the ground and throws it into the yard, near the house.*
David: HEY WHAT THE ?
John: IM SOOOOO MAAADDDD
David: ... sigh.. what the hell is your problem?
John: I think I need some mountain dew!
David: You mean medicine?
John: A slurpee!!
*David just throws his arms down in frustration and walks back in the house. John grabs the mailbox and swings it over his shoulder, but takes out a few windchimes that hung down on the front porch. David cringes inside, and slams the front door. John tries to put the mailbox in the ground.. at first upside down.. then.. backwards.. then finally the right way.*
