Post by logan on Apr 10, 2009 15:11:42 GMT -5
We return to another episode of Loganvision, this time the fat obese star has a plan that would gain him a life time of funds for tasty treats and thus give him an opportunity to retire. With last weeks paycheck, a big one, more or less the reason he threw so much effort into last weeks match hoping to gain a bigger amount of pay. The paycheck wasn't used for the necessary items like soap, shampoo, hotdog's, laundry detergent, it was instead used for something more valuable.. five hundred pounds of Coca Cola products. The consumption of drinking soda which started four hours prior to this segment of Loganvision lead to Logan enhancing his already pot like belly. Constant burps rumbled within. This wasn't just another attempt at stale comedy, this was his chance to win one million dollars. That's the prize, the jackpot Coca Cola claimed to deliver if you drank their soda, you just had to be lucky enough to look under the right cap. He laid in the comfort of his front lawn, sun beating down on his pale pot belly, empty bottles of soda and bottle caps scattered around him.
Logan: Aren't you going to help me?
A lonely US title laid feet next to him.
Logan: You haven't drank ONE coke.
Sun glistened off the championship gold.
Logan: Don't say that.
He threw a half drunken bottle of soda at the belt.
Logan: You'd rather drink Coca Cola with Mikami?
Burp.
Logan: Bastard..
Lazily he kicked his leg in the direction of the title belt, obviously, the belt had to be intimated by his actions.
Logan: I take you into my home, feed you hotdog's, strap you around my model chiseled waist, and this is the respect you show me? You demanding a night with Mikami.. know what, go.. just go, go have fun with your little Japanese boy toy.
Burping again, the fat bellied star rolls over giving the US title a cold shoulder, aware that his face isn't in view of the championship he closes his eyes tight and weeps.
Logan: Aren't you going to help me?
A lonely US title laid feet next to him.
Logan: You haven't drank ONE coke.
Sun glistened off the championship gold.
Logan: Don't say that.
He threw a half drunken bottle of soda at the belt.
Logan: You'd rather drink Coca Cola with Mikami?
Burp.
Logan: Bastard..
Lazily he kicked his leg in the direction of the title belt, obviously, the belt had to be intimated by his actions.
Logan: I take you into my home, feed you hotdog's, strap you around my model chiseled waist, and this is the respect you show me? You demanding a night with Mikami.. know what, go.. just go, go have fun with your little Japanese boy toy.
Burping again, the fat bellied star rolls over giving the US title a cold shoulder, aware that his face isn't in view of the championship he closes his eyes tight and weeps.
