<font color=lightgreen>"Win her heart, will you?!" ~ Her voice ringing with deadly indignation ~ "So much for a bumbling ranger, you utter creep!!!" ~ Furiously wiping the film over her eyes, she grabs hold of a nearby pop tart and takes aim at her husband.

"Take that!" ~ Hurling, she smirks as the tart strikes him solid on the back of his head ~ "And that!" ~ Yet another delicious pop tart wasted on the lout of a bumbling ranger.

"Spree, you can have him with my blessings!" ~ Almost trembling with rage, she continues ~ "I don't know about the rest of you but I want my past back! I don't want to set my eyes on this jerk again!"

With that, she storms out of the tavern, stopping only momentarily to call Isabeau to her side.</font>

<font color=skyblue>
Wiping the crust and goo off his back, Larry sat down in the grass and pouted.

Aloud he said to the wind, "I thought she wouldn't be around until Saturday! Man!"

Larry runs over to Neb's house and knocks on the door.

Larry: Neb, man open up!
Neb: What is it?
Larry: My girl. She caught me!
Neb: You let her catch you? With who?
Larry: Spree...you know...the girl next door...I don't know what to do!
Neb: Tell her it wasn't you!</font>

<font color=seagreen>~Pulls Sephi up onto the table and starts dancing, kicking him until he sings. Spree was found to be especially good at the twist. After a while she got kind of tired. She let Sephi take a break and offered him all variety of Capri Suns and yogurt.~ "I could really go for a pop-tart right now!" ~She walks over to the pantry again, tightening her pony-tail in anticipation of the strenuous labor of preparing the pastry. She opens the pantry door and picks up the sacred box of cinnamon pop-tarts. Seeing none left, she cries out and crumples to the floor.~ "NOOOOOOO!!!" ~Her howls could be heard clearly all the way on Towne Lake <s>Speedway</s> Parkway, an estimated 3 miles away.~</font>

;) You know, it's kind of scary that you said "The girl next door", Larry. Because both houses on either side of me are for sale. :D Mommy! This old guy on the internet is stalking me!! [img]tongue.gif[/img]

[ 03-25-2002, 05:27 PM: Message edited by: Killing Spree ]

Neb puts down a mattress in a corner of whatever space they're waiting in and falls asleep on it while waiting for the new story to begin.

Old Guy???
I am only 26 years old!!!!

By the way...how much is the house on your left?
We are thinking of moving. ;)

[ 03-26-2002, 09:13 AM: Message edited by: Larry_OHF ]

Help, help! This middle-aged guy on the internet is stalking her [img]tongue.gif[/img]

*grin* Middle aged.. Larry is NOT middle aged, he's a young spritely soul! [img]smile.gif[/img]

Hey all , since I'm here and this is approaching lock down, just a hint to start a new thread and I'm gonna lock up [img]smile.gif[/img]