| I wake up with shaven
head and goatie, black spot covering my head.
Go to the doctor's,
and they refuse to treat me. I even brought a fancy glass bottle of strwberry
soda as a gift. I search the hospital for someone to treat me, but nothing.
I find my way to
the basement, and there's a cure sitting in viles on some table in the
middle of a laboratory-type room.
I fix myself, only
to find that I'm in some kind of James Bond shootout scene. I grab what
I can from a table and duck. In my hands I find that I grabbed some kind
of weapon that dispenses three kinds of gas - poisonous that kills instantly,
that makes you incredibly horny that you'll screw whatever you see first,
and Hungry Dog - which basically makes you act like a hungry dog for a
few hours - eating anything.
To operate the weapon,
there are keys. One key for each gas (meaning three keys). I start walking
around, testing each kid of gas on people in my way of getting out of
the hospital.
There were two gorgeous
Russian spies (I said this was James Bond style action), and I sprayed
one ot e super horny hoping she jump the other one's bones. The other
one thought it was poison and ran. The first one chased her trying to
make love to her. It was funny.
All these tales and
more, ending up with people at my house, friends, the usual crew plus
a few more (Team 3D and the Old School Gang), eating my Monkey Bread that
I baked, as I tell them the tales of what I just wrote....
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