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05-15-2001, 09:15 PM
...I was cutting open some french bread, and the doorbell rang. There were crumbs all over my hands, so I brushed them off on my shirt as I walked to the door. What I hadn't realized was that I'd cut my finger and that I'd just smeared blood all over my new shirt, and that it was probably my date at the door. The doorbell rang again. So, I took of my shirt, threw it in the closet, and answered the door, shirtless, while wearing dress slacks. It was just a guy trying to sell stain remover. I was about to tell him to get lost, when I reasoned that my shirt would likely be stained with blood, unless I used some of this fine stain remover the man was trying to sell. So I invited him in and ask him to show me how well the stain remover worked on my bloody shirt. Without hesitation, he whips out his long, stiff bottle of stain remover, and squirts several gushes all over the blood-stains. Having stashed his bottle back in its place, he feverishly scrubbed the cloth and sure enough the stain disappeared - probably in the hole that was burned through my shirt from the stain remover. I took the man's wallet, and kicked him out of my house. He only had $57 dollars on him, so I could get a new shirt later, but not before my date. I was just about to run to the bedroom to find another shirt, when the doorbell rang again. I yank open the door and yelled, "Get away from me, you d|ck!" It was my date. Instant sweat beads formed on my forhead. My date, wearing thigh-high hose, high heels and a mini-skirt, looked hot, and mewed, "I love it when you talk dirty to me", and she brushed past me into my living room. As I was turning to follow her inside, I saw the salesman peeking at me from inside my bushes. I made a threatening movement toward him, and he got up and ran down the street screaming. There was a tugging at my back belt-loop, and my date was pulling me toward the bean-bag chair, her lips pouty, her eyes hungry.

Anyway, that happened one time.

VagabondNomad on the Zone...

All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players...

Pedro The Hutt
05-16-2001, 04:43 AM
O...kay....and what does this have to do with the Bioware SW RPG? http://www.jediknight.net/mboard/confused.gif

I am your father.

05-16-2001, 10:49 AM
Sheesh, I'll never try to sell products at YOUR place again...

05-16-2001, 12:28 PM
Just kill them all.

05-16-2001, 08:59 PM