Feeling better
"Becca, hand me the slicer."
Becca handed me the crescent wrench. I sighed, "Becca, the Slicer please..."
"I don't know which is the slicer..."
"The one with blue electricity on the end."
She handed me the slicer, and I cut into the computer system. I began to slowly fuse and push wires. Mixing them, Fixing them.
"Where's that crescent wrench?" I asked her.
"Underneath you..."
I wiped the sweat from my brow. It seemed to be pouring out, and my white work outfit was totally soaked.
"Boy..." I said as I grabbed the crescent wrench. I began to loosen the oil.
"Do you need an oil pan?"
"No--" My mouth was full of oil. I spat it everywhere as it leaked out on me. I had to fix these engines to run on dark matter.
I pulled and I pushed. I groaned and I moaned. And after a full hard day of work. I had finished. The engines and the computer were fixed. The ship was not the correct size, and the correct temperature...
I found out what the problem was. It was recongizing Tatooine as the captain of the ship since he spent most all the time there, and what does a Tauntaun think about? Warmth and Safety. And safety for a Tauntaun is closed space.
My poor baby, made his mother very miserable. I entered the ship, my body covered in sweat, dust, grime, and oil, and I went to get a shower.
It was heavenly. It was nice and cool, and I washed my body clean of the filth, grime and anger I had at my ship.
When I went out, the ship said in a soft accent, "Ye done then? Would ye like me ta' make ye'r room perfect for ye?"
"Yes please ship. Who is the captain?"
"Ye'r of cour..."
"Thank you ship. Make it so."
I went to my room, and laid down
I wish that the silly paparazzi would take pictures of me when I actually look okay.
If you'll excuse me, I've got to use a bit of that money I have to live in luxury until I am interrupted next,
Soft pillow hugs, and softer pillow kisses,
Erifia *Yawn* Apoc
Ps. 1
Becca handed me the crescent wrench. I sighed, "Becca, the Slicer please..."
"I don't know which is the slicer..."
"The one with blue electricity on the end."
She handed me the slicer, and I cut into the computer system. I began to slowly fuse and push wires. Mixing them, Fixing them.
"Where's that crescent wrench?" I asked her.
"Underneath you..."
I wiped the sweat from my brow. It seemed to be pouring out, and my white work outfit was totally soaked.
"Boy..." I said as I grabbed the crescent wrench. I began to loosen the oil.
"Do you need an oil pan?"
"No--" My mouth was full of oil. I spat it everywhere as it leaked out on me. I had to fix these engines to run on dark matter.
I pulled and I pushed. I groaned and I moaned. And after a full hard day of work. I had finished. The engines and the computer were fixed. The ship was not the correct size, and the correct temperature...
I found out what the problem was. It was recongizing Tatooine as the captain of the ship since he spent most all the time there, and what does a Tauntaun think about? Warmth and Safety. And safety for a Tauntaun is closed space.
My poor baby, made his mother very miserable. I entered the ship, my body covered in sweat, dust, grime, and oil, and I went to get a shower.
It was heavenly. It was nice and cool, and I washed my body clean of the filth, grime and anger I had at my ship.
When I went out, the ship said in a soft accent, "Ye done then? Would ye like me ta' make ye'r room perfect for ye?"
"Yes please ship. Who is the captain?"
"Ye'r of cour..."
"Thank you ship. Make it so."
I went to my room, and laid down
I wish that the silly paparazzi would take pictures of me when I actually look okay.
If you'll excuse me, I've got to use a bit of that money I have to live in luxury until I am interrupted next,
Soft pillow hugs, and softer pillow kisses,
Erifia *Yawn* Apoc
Ps. 1
posted by Erifia Apoc at 3:49 PM
5 Comments:
Slicers might just be the greatest invention we have ever come up with. I just used mine to make myself a fresh turkey and ham sandwhich with lettuce, tomatoes and onions, a very generous portion of mayonaise, some mustard and of course oil and vinegar. It was fantastic.
I soooo didnt take that!
If Becca doesn't know the difference between a slicer and a crescent wrench, maybe you should just have her sit there and hold the flashlight.
About Henchy - Once again, Henchy took too much of the bottle and is drunk again.
To Prof - I agree. Totally and fully.
To DJK - You should catch me when I look okay.
To Jon - Its easier to just be patient and have her hand me things, than to crawl out, grab it, crawl back in.
Henchy gets drunk a lot doesn't he?
First step is admitting your problem man, then we can help you.
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