Post by Delikado/J-Noble on Mar 18, 2011 17:44:36 GMT -5
GSA: Holy guacamole, what’s it doing here?
SEB: Apple, why did you leave this dirty stinky sock on the locker-room floor like that? You know I don’t like that!
GSA: M-me? I didn’t leave this dirty stinky sock on the locker-room floor like this!
SEB: Who left this dirty stinky sock on the locker-room floor like this then, Apple?
GSA: Perhaps it’s always been there.
SEB: But it hasn’t, Apple! When I left an hour ago, there was no dirty stinky sock on the locker-room floor there and when I came back just now, there was a dirty stinky sock on the locker-room floor! So I ask you again, Apple…why did you leave this dirty stinky sock on the locker-room floor?
GSA: I am too knowledgeable about your dislike of dirty stinky socks on the locker-room floor to do something like that. That is just beyond my nature to do.
SEB: Well you’ve been here the entire time since I left, Apple. So educate me on what’s happened here in our locker-room since I left.
GSA: Hmmm…well, I sat over there on that couch there.
SEB: Okay.
GSA: And I drank some milk while I did so.
SEB: Mhmm…
GSA: I watched a little bit of Oprah. They had the fat boy on there again. That was fun.
SEB: Yes.
GSA: I guess that’s when this stagehand walked in and we had a chat on this and that.
SEB: Gotcha.
GSA: And I suppose that’s when I strangled him with that lamp cord over there.
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SEB: Apple, that was not appropriate behavior! You know I don’t like that!
GSA: Oh jeez, you’re right. You don’t. My bad.
SEB: What were you thinking?
GSA: You know, I don’t know to be frank. I guess I just wasn’t.
SEB: So where is this stagehand?
GSA: Hmmmmm?
SEB: The man you strangled with the lamp cord. I see the cord all bloody over there, but where is the man you strangled, Apple?
GSA: Oh, I went ahead and chopped up his body into fifty pieces and disposed of them in a bathtub of chemicals.
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SEB: APPLE! No!
GSA: Yes. See, he was making a mess and I know how much you hate that. I was just trying to keep everything nice and squeaky clean like you enjoy.
SEB: But why did you have to do that, Apple?
GSA: You aren’t the only one who likes a nice and squeaky clean room. I too enjoy such livelihoods.
SEB: Apple! No! That’s a bad Apple!
GSA: I just wanted to hear the squeak of my feet on nice, non-blood stained tile.
SEB: Noooo…
GSA: Squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak!
SEB: Apple!
GSA: That makes me happy in the pants.
SEB: But Apple… this dirty stinky sock doesn’t look like it belongs to a stagehand. It looks like it belongs to a child or something.
GSA: Yeah, that might’ve been when that little girl came back here for an autograph and I impaled various parts of her with the fire poker. I just got done chopping her up and burning her body with the chemicals as well. I guess I missed the sock. My bad.
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SEB: Apple! That is politically incorrect!
GSA: I did not kill Obama. I just killed a stagehand and a little girl and a mailman.
SEB: Why in the name of everything holy in the world would you commit such atrocities, Apple?
GSA: I blame that Internet porn. But hey, at least our tiles are squeaky clean now.
SEB: That still doesn’t change the fact that there is a dirty stinky sock on our locker-room floor!
SEB: Apple, why did you leave this dirty stinky sock on the locker-room floor like that? You know I don’t like that!
GSA: M-me? I didn’t leave this dirty stinky sock on the locker-room floor like this!
SEB: Who left this dirty stinky sock on the locker-room floor like this then, Apple?
GSA: Perhaps it’s always been there.
SEB: But it hasn’t, Apple! When I left an hour ago, there was no dirty stinky sock on the locker-room floor there and when I came back just now, there was a dirty stinky sock on the locker-room floor! So I ask you again, Apple…why did you leave this dirty stinky sock on the locker-room floor?
GSA: I am too knowledgeable about your dislike of dirty stinky socks on the locker-room floor to do something like that. That is just beyond my nature to do.
SEB: Well you’ve been here the entire time since I left, Apple. So educate me on what’s happened here in our locker-room since I left.
GSA: Hmmm…well, I sat over there on that couch there.
SEB: Okay.
GSA: And I drank some milk while I did so.
SEB: Mhmm…
GSA: I watched a little bit of Oprah. They had the fat boy on there again. That was fun.
SEB: Yes.
GSA: I guess that’s when this stagehand walked in and we had a chat on this and that.
SEB: Gotcha.
GSA: And I suppose that’s when I strangled him with that lamp cord over there.
……………………
SEB: Apple, that was not appropriate behavior! You know I don’t like that!
GSA: Oh jeez, you’re right. You don’t. My bad.
SEB: What were you thinking?
GSA: You know, I don’t know to be frank. I guess I just wasn’t.
SEB: So where is this stagehand?
GSA: Hmmmmm?
SEB: The man you strangled with the lamp cord. I see the cord all bloody over there, but where is the man you strangled, Apple?
GSA: Oh, I went ahead and chopped up his body into fifty pieces and disposed of them in a bathtub of chemicals.
…………………………………………………………….
SEB: APPLE! No!
GSA: Yes. See, he was making a mess and I know how much you hate that. I was just trying to keep everything nice and squeaky clean like you enjoy.
SEB: But why did you have to do that, Apple?
GSA: You aren’t the only one who likes a nice and squeaky clean room. I too enjoy such livelihoods.
SEB: Apple! No! That’s a bad Apple!
GSA: I just wanted to hear the squeak of my feet on nice, non-blood stained tile.
SEB: Noooo…
GSA: Squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak!
SEB: Apple!
GSA: That makes me happy in the pants.
SEB: But Apple… this dirty stinky sock doesn’t look like it belongs to a stagehand. It looks like it belongs to a child or something.
GSA: Yeah, that might’ve been when that little girl came back here for an autograph and I impaled various parts of her with the fire poker. I just got done chopping her up and burning her body with the chemicals as well. I guess I missed the sock. My bad.
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SEB: Apple! That is politically incorrect!
GSA: I did not kill Obama. I just killed a stagehand and a little girl and a mailman.
SEB: Why in the name of everything holy in the world would you commit such atrocities, Apple?
GSA: I blame that Internet porn. But hey, at least our tiles are squeaky clean now.
SEB: That still doesn’t change the fact that there is a dirty stinky sock on our locker-room floor!
~NEVER FORGET~
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