Post by logan on Aug 8, 2006 17:51:32 GMT -5
Jones was getting married, and we celebrated!
Logan: We don't drink beeeeerrr!
Lawnmower Jones: We only drink whiiissskeeeyy!
Logan, and Lawnmower Jones are swaying back, and fourth in a bar with their arms over each others shoulders singing. They toast their shot glasses, before taking them back.
Logan: Ah, hot damn.
Lawnmower Jones: I was going cut my grass tonight, but I guess that's out of the question..
Jones stumbles to the bar table.
Lawnmower Jones: You know what I want..!
Logan: Jones, I think we should go back home to our.. boudles..
Lawnmower Jones: I'm marrying that boudle!
Logan: Oh yeah, sorry.
I stared at Jones, watching him mumble, not making out anything he could say but trying to read his lips. I couldn't understand him. I went in a daze, my mind drifting back to how we got here.
Earlier
Knock, knock, knock.
Lawnmower Jones: Logan?! You home?!
Knock, knock, knock.
Lawnmower Jones: Logan, it's seven in the morning.. I guess your not awake yet. That's okay, me, and Lonnie will just wait till you wake up.
Jones pushing Lonnie into the front yard, and cuts her on full blast.
I awoke to the sound of a lawnmower.. oh, what the hell?!
Logan opens the front door, and watches Lawnmower Jones skip around the front yard while he's pushing the lawnmower.
Logan: Jones!
Jones cuts off the lawnmower, and pushes it back to the front porch.
Logan: You just got my grass yesterday.
Lawnmower Jones: Oh yes, I know. But I've got important news!
Logan: Yeah..?
Lawnmower Jones: Me, and Lonnie.. well.. we're getting married!
Logan sighs.
Logan: I know. I heard about it last week, but Jones..
Lawnmower Jones: What?
Logan: Why don't you try calling me next time? I think that'd be alot better then waking me up with Lonnie.
Lawnmower Jones looks confused.
Lawnmower Jones: I call you ALL the time.
Logan: No..?
Lawnmower Jones: What's wrong, Logan?
Logan: Huh? Nothing.
Jones stares at Logan.
Lawnmower Jones: A look of jealously, maybe?
Logan: Me? No way, I'm The Face of Treachery.
Lawnmower Jones: True.
Logan: I've got NOTHING to be jealous of.
Lawnmower Jones: How's Linda?
Logan: She's fine, we're about to eat breakfast, care to join us?
Lawnmower Jones: Sure.
Jones starts pushing the lawnmower through the front door.
Logan: Uh.. I think Lonnie might want to, take her shoes off.
Jones notices the moist grass on the wheels.
Lawnmower Jones: Uh, yeah.. hold on.. eh..
Logan walks inside, sitting down at the breakfast table with Linda.
Logan: Hey honey. It's good to see you up so early, and dressed so properly.
The blow up doll, well Linda, is wearing a french maid outfit.
Logan: You getting a job today as a maid, or is that something we forgot to take off last night?
Logan chuckles.
Logan: Suits you well. Hm, speaking of maids.. you think we should break the good news to Jones, and Lonnie?
Just then, Jones, and Lonnie walk in through the front door. Jones is carrying the lawnmower. No wheels.
Logan: Ah, there they are.
Lawnmower Jones: I'll be carrying you just like this on our honey moon!
Jones winks at Lonnie, before taking a seat, and sitting the lawnmower done beside him.
Logan: Well man, I've got some GREAT news.
Lawnmower Jones: Hm?
Logan: Since I'm your best man, Linda is going to be Lonnie's MAID OF HONOR!
Lawnmower Jones: Yes! It makes perfect sense, she's already wearing a french maid outfit.
Logan: Damn right she is, and she still isn't done cleaning is she?
Logan smacks the blow up dolls ass, before picking her up, and throwing her into the living room.
Jones whispers to Lonnie.
Lawnmower Jones (whispering): I'd never treat you like that, honey.
Logan: Well man, I've got a bunch of crap to do today. I'm just going go ahead, and mouth off about these boudles we're facing this week.
Lawnmower Jones: Oh, The Freaks?
Logan: Yeah, The Freaks!
You'd almost think that'd be our team name.
Logan looks over at the blow up doll, and then the lawnmower before sighing.
Lawnmower Jones: Okay, Logan.. I'll let you have your fifteen minutes of fame. I guess I'll go cut the grass.
Logan: Uh, yeah. Well, anyway, this week me, and Jones are facing some boudles that go by the name.. The Freaks. I'll admit, I'm not exactly sure what's so freaky about them, and I really don't want to find out. Blood Boy, and Saint? Do I pronounce their names right, or was that Boudle Boy, and Skank!
Jones laughs in the background.
Logan: I've got NOTHING to say about these boudles. I don't care about them, don't want anything to do with them, and blah that's it.. let them talk some trash, I'm tired of it. Now, if someone would give me some privacy.. me, and Linda need to catch up on a few things.
The scene slowly f'n fades out.
Logan: We don't drink beeeeerrr!
Lawnmower Jones: We only drink whiiissskeeeyy!
Logan, and Lawnmower Jones are swaying back, and fourth in a bar with their arms over each others shoulders singing. They toast their shot glasses, before taking them back.
Logan: Ah, hot damn.
Lawnmower Jones: I was going cut my grass tonight, but I guess that's out of the question..
Jones stumbles to the bar table.
Lawnmower Jones: You know what I want..!
Logan: Jones, I think we should go back home to our.. boudles..
Lawnmower Jones: I'm marrying that boudle!
Logan: Oh yeah, sorry.
I stared at Jones, watching him mumble, not making out anything he could say but trying to read his lips. I couldn't understand him. I went in a daze, my mind drifting back to how we got here.
Earlier
Knock, knock, knock.
Lawnmower Jones: Logan?! You home?!
Knock, knock, knock.
Lawnmower Jones: Logan, it's seven in the morning.. I guess your not awake yet. That's okay, me, and Lonnie will just wait till you wake up.
Jones pushing Lonnie into the front yard, and cuts her on full blast.
I awoke to the sound of a lawnmower.. oh, what the hell?!
Logan opens the front door, and watches Lawnmower Jones skip around the front yard while he's pushing the lawnmower.
Logan: Jones!
Jones cuts off the lawnmower, and pushes it back to the front porch.
Logan: You just got my grass yesterday.
Lawnmower Jones: Oh yes, I know. But I've got important news!
Logan: Yeah..?
Lawnmower Jones: Me, and Lonnie.. well.. we're getting married!
Logan sighs.
Logan: I know. I heard about it last week, but Jones..
Lawnmower Jones: What?
Logan: Why don't you try calling me next time? I think that'd be alot better then waking me up with Lonnie.
Lawnmower Jones looks confused.
Lawnmower Jones: I call you ALL the time.
Logan: No..?
Lawnmower Jones: What's wrong, Logan?
Logan: Huh? Nothing.
Jones stares at Logan.
Lawnmower Jones: A look of jealously, maybe?
Logan: Me? No way, I'm The Face of Treachery.
Lawnmower Jones: True.
Logan: I've got NOTHING to be jealous of.
Lawnmower Jones: How's Linda?
Logan: She's fine, we're about to eat breakfast, care to join us?
Lawnmower Jones: Sure.
Jones starts pushing the lawnmower through the front door.
Logan: Uh.. I think Lonnie might want to, take her shoes off.
Jones notices the moist grass on the wheels.
Lawnmower Jones: Uh, yeah.. hold on.. eh..
Logan walks inside, sitting down at the breakfast table with Linda.
Logan: Hey honey. It's good to see you up so early, and dressed so properly.
The blow up doll, well Linda, is wearing a french maid outfit.
Logan: You getting a job today as a maid, or is that something we forgot to take off last night?
Logan chuckles.
Logan: Suits you well. Hm, speaking of maids.. you think we should break the good news to Jones, and Lonnie?
Just then, Jones, and Lonnie walk in through the front door. Jones is carrying the lawnmower. No wheels.
Logan: Ah, there they are.
Lawnmower Jones: I'll be carrying you just like this on our honey moon!
Jones winks at Lonnie, before taking a seat, and sitting the lawnmower done beside him.
Logan: Well man, I've got some GREAT news.
Lawnmower Jones: Hm?
Logan: Since I'm your best man, Linda is going to be Lonnie's MAID OF HONOR!
Lawnmower Jones: Yes! It makes perfect sense, she's already wearing a french maid outfit.
Logan: Damn right she is, and she still isn't done cleaning is she?
Logan smacks the blow up dolls ass, before picking her up, and throwing her into the living room.
Jones whispers to Lonnie.
Lawnmower Jones (whispering): I'd never treat you like that, honey.
Logan: Well man, I've got a bunch of crap to do today. I'm just going go ahead, and mouth off about these boudles we're facing this week.
Lawnmower Jones: Oh, The Freaks?
Logan: Yeah, The Freaks!
You'd almost think that'd be our team name.
Logan looks over at the blow up doll, and then the lawnmower before sighing.
Lawnmower Jones: Okay, Logan.. I'll let you have your fifteen minutes of fame. I guess I'll go cut the grass.
Logan: Uh, yeah. Well, anyway, this week me, and Jones are facing some boudles that go by the name.. The Freaks. I'll admit, I'm not exactly sure what's so freaky about them, and I really don't want to find out. Blood Boy, and Saint? Do I pronounce their names right, or was that Boudle Boy, and Skank!
Jones laughs in the background.
Logan: I've got NOTHING to say about these boudles. I don't care about them, don't want anything to do with them, and blah that's it.. let them talk some trash, I'm tired of it. Now, if someone would give me some privacy.. me, and Linda need to catch up on a few things.
The scene slowly f'n fades out.
