The Adventures of Langney and Laysey this time without Bruce Spritespleen
Young Toby Jackson and The Temple of Broom
Disclaimer: Lagney and Laysey do lots of cool stuff and show their badge all the time. Like when they go to the convenient store and the cashier is giving them a hard time. They feature in these adventures with bad guys and girls and they go like "Excuse me, ma'am, could we have a word with you?" or also "Mary, don't you be going to no police!". They go to the front desk office, to the corner bar, their squad car and when they get a little sick they can always visit the medical examiner's office. He always orders pizza or tendercrisp rodeo chicken morningstar burgers. Better be good now.
The Trouble With Breakie and lunch for Fuentin Pillsdowner
"Oh now we've done it... We sure got ourselves a problem on our hands now!" Sam Surely noticed the first of the ten MMPI-2's ranging from a low 20% to a high 80% just to make it fit this insane theory some lunatic had thought up 2 centuries and clean rivers before Fuentin Pillsdowner went for a walk in the same neighbourhood covered in giant purple and fluorescent green coloured mushrooms. He was kinda hungry and after all, he had always been told the most important meals were breakie and lunch. No chicken in sight so he decided to go for a very straight forward snack.
Melbourne Was Off. Mushroom Oil Combustion Went Wrong
CH4(g) + 2O2(g) → CO2(g) + 2H2O(g) and green rubber. Nothing seemed to be working. The rubber generated unpleasant lethal poisonous fumes (pretty inconvenient), yet triggered some really interesting hallucinations. His socks were having lunch, his sweater made him some tea and his eyebrows handed him the sugar and cream.
Loads and loads of things and amaranth events started happening. Soon after the happening of things (and a couple of and amaranth events) came to an end and Shelley felt like writing a note.
To do
| Kerosine replacement | coffee stash (to try) |
| Side effects mushroom dishes | Try to take note during the happy hours |
| Socks | Try larger stockings for better copious lunches |
After the note writing
Shelley had to lye down and lie in Spanish. "Lo siento, señor! Habla Ingles, para si tambien claro?" wasn't a proper Naughty Ashley! So she decided to take a nap and let go of all the shitty things she had to endure the last couple of days and typing with a fag in your left hand is a bad idea, Peter M. Puttingham.
Why would you want to date a strong independent woman? She’s fun, she’s feisty and she has a mind of her own. She knows how to take care of herself, the people around her and her life. She can match you on your level, inspire you to grow and she can contribute as well as she can receive. She knows and understands her worth and she has the self esteem to back it up. You can be satisfied in knowing that if she is with you, its by her choice. Because she wants to be with you, rather than because she feels she needs to be with you (the neediness and dependence is what causes most of the drama). But what does a strong independent women really need to spark her interest and ignite her fire?
"This guy nailed it!" E. Variable S. yelled so loud the neighbours downstairs simultaneously reached for the shared NFPA 704 standard issue compressed oxygen gas and of course the super only bought one. Jules won the race but she started to suckle at the wrong end of the can and doc Werner di Vlockenspindle got summoned before he even finished his second breakfast (he earned such a good living he felt obliged to have at least two breakfasts a day.). It made him grumpy. Well yeah... sure. He did specialise in the NFPA 704 model, but that doesn't justify them calling him only when there was like a NFPA 704 related incident. He had a right to be upset and he was a man of principles. He believed in the right to believe bullshit and yellow false pretenses (he ran out of blue ones years ago) you try to sell yourself. After all, he was the breakfast doc. I mean... Give me a break and do it fast! He even planned on starting a bed and breakfast as soon as that subservient immigrant finally would be parking this giant truck filled with gold bars right in front of his as far as he was concerned well nourished oversized artificial lawn. Madness.
Red Box!