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Posted on 04/20/2006 2:10:46 PM PDT by HairOfTheDog
New verse:
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Luke looks a little like that kid :~D
And a little like his dad, too :~D
Should be boarding before much longer. On time so far. See you in about two hours.
Didn't you do that in most our stories last time? You did in mine.
I don't know what all I did, I admit I didn't read any of them. :~D
Verlabeana Frapplestein was not an attractive carbon-based unit. While she was not ugly enough to scare a frybolean wossledog from a meat transport cargo vehicle, when it came to last call at the Galactic Outpost 649J Grille and Lubrication Salon Verlabeana would be the unit asked to lock the door and extinguish the illumination panels.
Still, Verlabeana had a way of lighting up a life sustaining chamber. Truth be told it was likely her overexposure to the gamma rays from the Grille’s daily special of thrice radiated Mongoloosian pork chops.
Though the male carbon units at Galactic Outpost 649J loved Verlabeana, they loved her pork chops more.
I'll be leaving here in forty minutes or so... can't wait to see you :-)
They are overbooked and offering 250 to take a flight an hour later. Hah! Not hardly worth it.
Good :-D
Oh goodie, you are including me :~D
;-)
"some1 knockin at th door" fits nicely in the keywords
Well, good... I like that better than just having great pork chops. :~D
But, you meet a man of mystery in my story...
At first, Verlabeana didn’t think anything unusual about the Fragnolean snarf trader that came in that evening. His type came in all the time. But she noticed him staring at her through the eyes in the back of his head. When she turned he looked away as if he didn’t want her to see that he’d been giving her the once over.
She knew these types were lonely and at the far reaches of the galaxy, snarf traders rarely encountered female carbon-based units. His attention made her smile, and then she forgot about it.
But when she took his order, she knew this one was different.
He didn’t order the pork chops.
ROTFL :~D
That red is a red stuff sack. Since replaced by an OD green one, when I realized red just didn't work with the overall color scheme.
Not the sack... on the floor, under the knife :~D
I don't think I've heard of the Texas Rangers...except having seen the title of that show awhile back. What was it called? I can't remember.
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