| The Cunning Linguist :Þ 2005-10-18, 11:02 am |
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"lab~rat" <chase@cheese.net> wrote in message
news:e277l1d4n27e9fgcjpnqsu0ad348fcll9m@4ax.com...
> On Thu, 13 Oct 2005 18:09:07 -0400, "robw" <noddy093@comcast.net>
> puked:
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> You're confusing me with Diane who has been smoking moldy brickweed
> she found in an old frisbee under her couch that was last seen in the
> mid 70's...
<It's 1975. Sitar music plays on the background. Clouds of incense smoke
fill the room almost obscuring the black light Jimi Hendrix poster on the
wall. Diane and Moonbeam Starchild are puffing a hookah which is sitting on
the coffee table>
"Wow, man, like. . . where did the Frisbee go?"
"Like, I just tossed it to you. man."
"Like, it never got here."
"Maybe it got stuck on the roof with all of the other ones."
"How would it get on the roof from inside the house?"
"Oh yeah, that's right."
<A few more tokes are taken>
"Maybe the dog stole it"
"You don't have a dog."
"Maybe the dog stole it and then someone stole the dog"
"Yeah, like, that's probably what happened."
"Yeah, that's probably it. I will really miss that dog. What kind was it?"
"Man, I am like starving. Do you have any papayas?"
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