Title: Worlds Collide
Featuring: eGG Bandits
Date: 03/09/10
Location: The hot spot.
CCJ: (agitated)
It's funny... and I should have seen it coming from 86 miles away. Now that the time has come to put up, or shut up, the Grady's have nothing have but voice mails, brb's, and testimony's to say in explanation of their cowardliness. The SIMPLE truth of the matter is this. The Egg Bandits are the cold, harsh reality that lies before them. I'm not normally the guy who stands here, pounding his chest like a mongo-Bondo-009-O, but for this go around, I think it's more than warranted. Those low down, no good, smelly belly, yellow tailed, turkey feathered, degaffeinated Grady's are just a couple of whack-ass bitches, sucking on each other's cock, praying that their miracle run at the top continues. I mean, shit... it's been what? A month and change now of them sucking and jiving their ways out of title defenses! It's ridiculous!
The Dude: (adding)
It's preposterous!
Doozer: (continuing)
It's repulsive!
BBD: (losing focus)
It's anorexic!
CCJ: (standing, while throwing an empty beer can in the corner.)
It's Hostilic!
A to the C: (struggling)
It's... it's...
BBD: (almost vomiting)
Damn clowns... it's enough to make you sick!
The Dude: (interjecting)
You said it Bobby, we're supposed to be the clowns of Dream! Not some...
Doozer: (interrupting)
Okay, that's enough fun for you. Time for you to hit the hay, Dude.
The Dude: (pleading)
But Dooooooozzzzzyyyyy, I'm having fun! I thought you said I could stay up all night, since we were hosting the sleep over party! Not to mention, the adult entertainment has yet to show and this game of Chutes and Ladders isn't over yet.
Doozer: (affirming)
Dude... maybe I did, maybe I didn't. Even if I did, I'm sure my fingers, or toes, or something was crossed. If you don't believe me, check the tapes. Also, T-Willy is the clown. We are not.
CCJ: (back to being seated, but with hands raised)
That's what I call speaking the truth.
BBD: (still trying to regain focus)
Indeed.
A to the C: (worried)
Wait... what adult entertainment?
BBD: (extremely focused and poised, also curious)
Yeah Doozy, do you mean like, Mike's mom? Or Talon's? Possibly Bon... eh, I mean Psymons?
CCJ: (mentally mind fucked)
I hope it's none of their moms. They some ugly bastards.
BBD: (also mind fucked, and repeating)
Indeed.
A to the C: (agreeing)
Well... I normally like to hug the fence on these types of issues... However, in this case, I agree.
Doozer: (player hating)
Touche. You see this, Dude... it means, not welcome. Now take a hike.
The Dude: (Ed Norton world rocked)
Whoa... if... okay. I'll just keep quiet and sit in the corner with Whammy.
Whammy: (from the corner)
Ahhh... yeah, there's no room over here.
CCJ: (inquisitive)
Wait a second Dude, don't go anywhere just yet. Pack that shit up with the stuff Legend gave me at the show. Some good ass chronic. Oh... and what tapes are you talking about Doozer?
Doozer: (reeling)
You know, the tapes.
CCJ: (blankly)
Uhhh...
BBD: (trying)
I think what Cancer is trying to say.... uhhhh.
A to the C: (sober)
Why would you have a tape of that?
Doozer: (befuddled)
Why wouldn't I have a tape of it? Is it not uncommon for all wrestlers walking the face of the earth to be followed by a personal, federation assigned, nameless, faceless, camera man?
CCJ: (stating)
I thought that was why we paid the narrator so much money.
Doozer: (wondering)
Speaking of the narrator, where the fuck is that guy? He was supposed to be here like an hour ago.
CCJ: (fourth walling)
Yeah... where is he? Where could he be? Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, hint, hint, hint, hint....
The Egg Bandits have all gathered at the Doozer residence, for a slumber/celebrating party. He was the lucky guy to have plucked the short straw, and would up with hosting duties for late night gala. The brews and milk have been more than flowing for quite sometime now. All of the boys dressed in their pajama's. Even Wham-slice, who has his own personal seat at a corner table, is donning an Egg Bandit Snuggie. A clock hanging on the wall reads 9:35 AM. Obviously the batteries are in need of being replaced. Bastards. I wasn't late, I just didn't know we were rolling! Change the fucking batteries, and maybe peeps would be on time. Just saying.
"He does have a point, Dooze. You should change your fucking batteries. Help a brother out, will ya? I don't want to hear the excuse of not having any batteries either. Take the one's out of the black, rhine-studded dildo underneath your pillow if your going to try and play that card, ya old geezer! Get with the times. They have solar powered ones now. I seen one in Mikey's gym bag the other day." Cancer snidely remarks. In the process, standing up for me, maybe for the first time. Ever. I'm a bit shocked at the moment. But, and there's always those "but's", I'm pretty sure he did so, only to take a shot a Doozer. Needless to say, I could careless. I'll take it whenever I can get it.
The Dooze rolls his eyes at the remark. After a few seconds of uncomfortable silence, he smirks. You can see the wheels turning in is head, but alas, "Suck an egg, Jiles", is all he manages to muster. I know, not his best efforts by any stretch. If I had to guess, it's probably NOT from being so drunk. He's just exhausted from late night drinking. 'Cause we all know that being able to come up with a witty comebacks, is the Dooze forte.
"What are you guys talking about?" Bobby Dean asks? Apparently they haven't filled him in on my existence yet.
"Uhh... don't worry about." Mr. Cool and Dooze say in unison. Then start to roll around on the floor, uncontrollably laughing for no apparent reason. Some time after, Bobby Dean also joins in on all the fun.
"So... a slumber party, with dildo's, adult entertainment, and guys rolling around on the floor.... ehh, yeah. I'm 'Audi 5000'." Adrien says, not finding the hilarity of the moment. On his way out, from the banishment corner, the Dude comes flying into the scene and also joins in on all the gassing. I said gassing, not gaying. Most be one of those, in between'er weeks. Sadly for the Bunch, it's probably still good enough. Cancer is just that damn COOL, and Dooze... well, he's paid them.
So yeah...
Suck an egg, Grady's.
Featuring: eGG Bandits
Date: 03/09/10
Location: The hot spot.
CCJ: (agitated)
It's funny... and I should have seen it coming from 86 miles away. Now that the time has come to put up, or shut up, the Grady's have nothing have but voice mails, brb's, and testimony's to say in explanation of their cowardliness. The SIMPLE truth of the matter is this. The Egg Bandits are the cold, harsh reality that lies before them. I'm not normally the guy who stands here, pounding his chest like a mongo-Bondo-009-O, but for this go around, I think it's more than warranted. Those low down, no good, smelly belly, yellow tailed, turkey feathered, degaffeinated Grady's are just a couple of whack-ass bitches, sucking on each other's cock, praying that their miracle run at the top continues. I mean, shit... it's been what? A month and change now of them sucking and jiving their ways out of title defenses! It's ridiculous!
The Dude: (adding)
It's preposterous!
Doozer: (continuing)
It's repulsive!
BBD: (losing focus)
It's anorexic!
CCJ: (standing, while throwing an empty beer can in the corner.)
It's Hostilic!
A to the C: (struggling)
It's... it's...
BBD: (almost vomiting)
Damn clowns... it's enough to make you sick!
The Dude: (interjecting)
You said it Bobby, we're supposed to be the clowns of Dream! Not some...
Doozer: (interrupting)
Okay, that's enough fun for you. Time for you to hit the hay, Dude.
The Dude: (pleading)
But Dooooooozzzzzyyyyy, I'm having fun! I thought you said I could stay up all night, since we were hosting the sleep over party! Not to mention, the adult entertainment has yet to show and this game of Chutes and Ladders isn't over yet.
Doozer: (affirming)
Dude... maybe I did, maybe I didn't. Even if I did, I'm sure my fingers, or toes, or something was crossed. If you don't believe me, check the tapes. Also, T-Willy is the clown. We are not.
CCJ: (back to being seated, but with hands raised)
That's what I call speaking the truth.
BBD: (still trying to regain focus)
Indeed.
A to the C: (worried)
Wait... what adult entertainment?
BBD: (extremely focused and poised, also curious)
Yeah Doozy, do you mean like, Mike's mom? Or Talon's? Possibly Bon... eh, I mean Psymons?
CCJ: (mentally mind fucked)
I hope it's none of their moms. They some ugly bastards.
BBD: (also mind fucked, and repeating)
Indeed.
A to the C: (agreeing)
Well... I normally like to hug the fence on these types of issues... However, in this case, I agree.
Doozer: (player hating)
Touche. You see this, Dude... it means, not welcome. Now take a hike.
The Dude: (Ed Norton world rocked)
Whoa... if... okay. I'll just keep quiet and sit in the corner with Whammy.
Whammy: (from the corner)
Ahhh... yeah, there's no room over here.
CCJ: (inquisitive)
Wait a second Dude, don't go anywhere just yet. Pack that shit up with the stuff Legend gave me at the show. Some good ass chronic. Oh... and what tapes are you talking about Doozer?
Doozer: (reeling)
You know, the tapes.
CCJ: (blankly)
Uhhh...
BBD: (trying)
I think what Cancer is trying to say.... uhhhh.
A to the C: (sober)
Why would you have a tape of that?
Doozer: (befuddled)
Why wouldn't I have a tape of it? Is it not uncommon for all wrestlers walking the face of the earth to be followed by a personal, federation assigned, nameless, faceless, camera man?
CCJ: (stating)
I thought that was why we paid the narrator so much money.
Doozer: (wondering)
Speaking of the narrator, where the fuck is that guy? He was supposed to be here like an hour ago.
CCJ: (fourth walling)
Yeah... where is he? Where could he be? Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, hint, hint, hint, hint....
The Egg Bandits have all gathered at the Doozer residence, for a slumber/celebrating party. He was the lucky guy to have plucked the short straw, and would up with hosting duties for late night gala. The brews and milk have been more than flowing for quite sometime now. All of the boys dressed in their pajama's. Even Wham-slice, who has his own personal seat at a corner table, is donning an Egg Bandit Snuggie. A clock hanging on the wall reads 9:35 AM. Obviously the batteries are in need of being replaced. Bastards. I wasn't late, I just didn't know we were rolling! Change the fucking batteries, and maybe peeps would be on time. Just saying.
"He does have a point, Dooze. You should change your fucking batteries. Help a brother out, will ya? I don't want to hear the excuse of not having any batteries either. Take the one's out of the black, rhine-studded dildo underneath your pillow if your going to try and play that card, ya old geezer! Get with the times. They have solar powered ones now. I seen one in Mikey's gym bag the other day." Cancer snidely remarks. In the process, standing up for me, maybe for the first time. Ever. I'm a bit shocked at the moment. But, and there's always those "but's", I'm pretty sure he did so, only to take a shot a Doozer. Needless to say, I could careless. I'll take it whenever I can get it.
The Dooze rolls his eyes at the remark. After a few seconds of uncomfortable silence, he smirks. You can see the wheels turning in is head, but alas, "Suck an egg, Jiles", is all he manages to muster. I know, not his best efforts by any stretch. If I had to guess, it's probably NOT from being so drunk. He's just exhausted from late night drinking. 'Cause we all know that being able to come up with a witty comebacks, is the Dooze forte.
"What are you guys talking about?" Bobby Dean asks? Apparently they haven't filled him in on my existence yet.
"Uhh... don't worry about." Mr. Cool and Dooze say in unison. Then start to roll around on the floor, uncontrollably laughing for no apparent reason. Some time after, Bobby Dean also joins in on all the fun.
"So... a slumber party, with dildo's, adult entertainment, and guys rolling around on the floor.... ehh, yeah. I'm 'Audi 5000'." Adrien says, not finding the hilarity of the moment. On his way out, from the banishment corner, the Dude comes flying into the scene and also joins in on all the gassing. I said gassing, not gaying. Most be one of those, in between'er weeks. Sadly for the Bunch, it's probably still good enough. Cancer is just that damn COOL, and Dooze... well, he's paid them.
So yeah...
Suck an egg, Grady's.
