:: Thursday, October 02, 2003 ::

sexcellent sirs, thank you for arriving to the tent on time. You could hardly tell it was a tent if not for the stripes, no? That and the echoes; you will have to excuse the horrible reverb in here as I profess what I have been thinking. Billy, sit up! Doctors, please sit Billy up! It appears his left leg has ripped- can we get some tape in here? Yes, yes.... *covers podium mic* just a little....yes fold it on the edge like that to keep him propped...yes yes quite good. *ahem* I'm terribly sorry gentlemen, this sort of thing happens often when delivering such a speech to patients such as those I deal with regularly. So then, where was I? Had I crumbled yet? No? If I keep pressing I will reach the blood-drenched center, you say? How dreadful! Allow me to gather these strewn thoughts for a moment. None of you are even listening? It is times like these where I wish to cut meals to half-sized morsels to you all! How drealfully atrocious this speech has turned! Billy! That leg! Unfold it this instant, aircraft are strickly forbidden! Yes yes darling, I hear your calm voice trying to sooth me, but now is the time to unravel and join the audience... Remember that speck of dust on your fingernail this morning? Poof.

:: Floydthebarber 10/02/2003 07:37:00 PM [+] ::
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