Post by brotherhood on Sept 8, 2006 23:56:53 GMT -5
*We come to a view right off the New Jersey Turnpike. David is in the scene first.*
David: Last week was a travesty. It really was, as I thought we really had that match won. Leaves fall and change colors. Thats just the way it goes though. I'm not going to think of excuses like Conrad and Colin.. Chad. Whichever. Either way, you have made some bold statements. I believe you called us, and/or fans window lickers? That is pretty harsh, I must say. Especially, when I'm sure we don't have fans, and none of us really lick windows. Small minded people make names for someone. Don't know about you, Chad, or Conrad, but I finished College and got my degree. As for my brother? I won't lie, John is a little.. well, lets just say he got the muscles, while I was chosen to have the brains.
*David looks over at John. We now see John under the hood of their rental car.*
David: Just our luck though, we have car trouble on the Friday night before Sunday Night Slam. Ironic, we're forty yards from our dads house. The great..
John: GOD DAMN CCAARRR!!!
*John rips the hood off and throws it in the middle of the field to their left.*
David: Damn it, John. Calm down.
John: I AM CAAALM! GIVE ME MOUNNTTAAINN DEEWWW FINGERSUCKER!
David: Anyways. We'll stop at Dads house okay?
John: AND ORRDER PIZZAA~!
*A moterist drives by and gives them the finger.*
John: OH WOOLY MAMMOTH CRYING OVER A SEALION! ARRGGH!!!
*Big John starts sprinting as fast as his huge body can sprint. Chasing the car he goes.*
David: JOHN!@ WAIT JOHNN!!!... Well. I gotta go get John. Either way, Sick Individuals will have something coming on Sunday. By the way, if you're Sick Individuals.. then what are you when you guys are together?
*David jogs and yells for John to come back whose still running after the car.*
David: Last week was a travesty. It really was, as I thought we really had that match won. Leaves fall and change colors. Thats just the way it goes though. I'm not going to think of excuses like Conrad and Colin.. Chad. Whichever. Either way, you have made some bold statements. I believe you called us, and/or fans window lickers? That is pretty harsh, I must say. Especially, when I'm sure we don't have fans, and none of us really lick windows. Small minded people make names for someone. Don't know about you, Chad, or Conrad, but I finished College and got my degree. As for my brother? I won't lie, John is a little.. well, lets just say he got the muscles, while I was chosen to have the brains.
*David looks over at John. We now see John under the hood of their rental car.*
David: Just our luck though, we have car trouble on the Friday night before Sunday Night Slam. Ironic, we're forty yards from our dads house. The great..
John: GOD DAMN CCAARRR!!!
*John rips the hood off and throws it in the middle of the field to their left.*
David: Damn it, John. Calm down.
John: I AM CAAALM! GIVE ME MOUNNTTAAINN DEEWWW FINGERSUCKER!
David: Anyways. We'll stop at Dads house okay?
John: AND ORRDER PIZZAA~!
*A moterist drives by and gives them the finger.*
John: OH WOOLY MAMMOTH CRYING OVER A SEALION! ARRGGH!!!
*Big John starts sprinting as fast as his huge body can sprint. Chasing the car he goes.*
David: JOHN!@ WAIT JOHNN!!!... Well. I gotta go get John. Either way, Sick Individuals will have something coming on Sunday. By the way, if you're Sick Individuals.. then what are you when you guys are together?
*David jogs and yells for John to come back whose still running after the car.*
