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Story Train. Posted on: 03.03.2012 by Len Lukawski
I will go first. Being woken up by a fuming Texan in a greasy spoon located at the arse end of Preston wasn't how he had planned to spend his first day on the job. | |
| Len Lukawski 09.03.2012 | ***HAD TO MAKE SOME EDITS FOR SPELLING, GRAMMAR ETC*** Being woken up by a fuming Texan in a greasy spoon located at the arse end of Preston wasn't how he had planned to spend his first day on the job. But, on the other hand, it was better than waking up next to his ex-wife, who was now serving time for armed robbery. "Oh what a bloody cunt she was", thought Murdoc out loud while remembering the harsh times he had to go through because of her. Murdoc got out of the dumpster and waddled his way back to his house cursing his Ex-wife, Helga. Although Murdoch had made this walk many times before, this particular morning was about to get a whole lot weirder. It was time once again to go about his daily business and today, like every other day, the first priority was finding the choicest edible morsels amongst the detritus he had found himself sleeping in. "Breakfast is over and your nine am is already waiting" growled the Texan. "I hate large groups...they never tip enough" he mummered, while washing his stained hands. The sink was stained with a deep crimson red, caked blood and smelled, rusty. He continued scrubbing his hands, put on the glove & picked up a scalpel. Holding this scalpel, gave him the feeling of being god, the towering bolus floating in his washing-up bowl filled with detergent. KRANG! the bowl slipped from his wet slippery hand onto the floor, smashing into pieces. "Bad omen..." Murdoch thoughts to himself "Damn, at least when that b*tch was here she would have cleaned this mess up." Now Murdoc would have to clean the blood, the water and the bowl up off the floor. He shuddered. The thought of domestic life with her for all those years left him cold, cold like the terrible Preston weather. It reminded him of the time he had been a clown in a traveling circus; one of his life's lowest moments |
| Len Lukawski 09.03.2012 | ***HAD TO MAKE SOME EDITS FOR SPELLING, GRAMMAR ETC*** Being woken up by a fuming Texan in a greasy spoon located at the arse end of Preston wasn't how he had planned to spend his first day on the job. But, on the other hand, it was better than waking up next to his ex-wife, who was now serving time for armed robbery. "Oh what a bloody cunt she was", thought Murdoc out loud while remembering the harsh times he had to go through because of her. Murdoc got out of the dumpster and waddled his way back to his house cursing his Ex-wife, Helga. Although Murdoch had made this walk many times before, this particular morning was about to get a whole lot weirder. It was time once again to go about his daily business and today, like every other day, the first priority was finding the choicest edible morsels amongst the detritus he had found himself sleeping in. "Breakfast is over and your nine am is already waiting" growled the Texan. "I hate large groups...they never tip enough" he mummered, while washing his stained hands. The sink was stained with a deep crimson red, caked blood and smelled, rusty. He continued scrubbing his hands, put on the glove & picked up a scalpel. Holding this scalpel, gave him the feeling of being god, the towering bolus floating in his washing-up bowl filled with detergent. KRANG! the bowl slipped from his wet slippery hand onto the floor, smashing into pieces. "Bad omen..." Murdoch thoughts to himself "Damn, at least when that b*tch was here she would have cleaned this mess up." Now Murdoc would have to clean the blood, the water and the bowl up off the floor. He shuddered. The thought of domestic life with her for all those years left him cold, cold like the terrible Preston weather. It reminded him of the time he had been a clown in a traveling circus; one of his life's lowest moments |
| Len Lukawski 09.03.2012 | ***HAD TO MAKE SOME EDITS FOR SPELLING, GRAMMAR ETC*** Being woken up by a fuming Texan in a greasy spoon located at the arse end of Preston wasn't how he had planned to spend his first day on the job. But, on the other hand, it was better than waking up next to his ex-wife, who was now serving time for armed robbery. "Oh what a bloody cunt she was", thought Murdoc out loud while remembering the harsh times he had to go through because of her. Murdoc got out of the dumpster and waddled his way back to his house cursing his Ex-wife, Helga. Although Murdoch had made this walk many times before, this particular morning was about to get a whole lot weirder. It was time once again to go about his daily business and today, like every other day, the first priority was finding the choicest edible morsels amongst the detritus he had found himself sleeping in. "Breakfast is over and your nine am is already waiting" growled the Texan. "I hate large groups...they never tip enough" he mummered, while washing his stained hands. The sink was stained with a deep crimson red, caked blood and smelled, rusty. He continued scrubbing his hands, put on the glove & picked up a scalpel. Holding this scalpel, gave him the feeling of being god, the towering bolus floating in his washing-up bowl filled with detergent. KRANG! the bowl slipped from his wet slippery hand onto the floor, smashing into pieces. "Bad omen..." Murdoch thoughts to himself "Damn, at least when that b*tch was here she would have cleaned this mess up." Now Murdoc would have to clean the blood, the water and the bowl up off the floor. He shuddered. The thought of domestic life with her for all those years left him cold, cold like the terrible Preston weather. It reminded him of the time he had been a clown in a traveling circus; one of his life's lowest moments |
| Len Lukawski 09.03.2012 | ***HAD TO MAKE SOME EDITS FOR SPELLING, GRAMMAR ETC*** Being woken up by a fuming Texan in a greasy spoon located at the arse end of Preston wasn't how he had planned to spend his first day on the job. But, on the other hand, it was better than waking up next to his ex-wife, who was now serving time for armed robbery. "Oh what a bloody cunt she was", thought Murdoc out loud while remembering the harsh times he had to go through because of her. Murdoc got out of the dumpster and waddled his way back to his house cursing his Ex-wife, Helga. Although Murdoch had made this walk many times before, this particular morning was about to get a whole lot weirder. It was time once again to go about his daily business and today, like every other day, the first priority was finding the choicest edible morsels amongst the detritus he had found himself sleeping in. "Breakfast is over and your nine am is already waiting" growled the Texan. "I hate large groups...they never tip enough" he mummered, while washing his stained hands. The sink was stained with a deep crimson red, caked blood and smelled, rusty. He continued scrubbing his hands, put on the glove & picked up a scalpel. Holding this scalpel, gave him the feeling of being god, the towering bolus floating in his washing-up bowl filled with detergent. KRANG! the bowl slipped from his wet slippery hand onto the floor, smashing into pieces. "Bad omen..." Murdoch thoughts to himself "Damn, at least when that b*tch was here she would have cleaned this mess up." Now Murdoc would have to clean the blood, the water and the bowl up off the floor. He shuddered. The thought of domestic life with her for all those years left him cold, cold like the terrible Preston weather. It reminded him of the time he had been a clown in a traveling circus; one of his life's lowest moments |
| Len Lukawski 09.03.2012 | ***HAD TO MAKE SOME EDITS FOR SPELLING, GRAMMAR ETC*** Being woken up by a fuming Texan in a greasy spoon located at the arse end of Preston wasn't how he had planned to spend his first day on the job. But, on the other hand, it was better than waking up next to his ex-wife, who was now serving time for armed robbery. "Oh what a bloody cunt she was", thought Murdoc out loud while remembering the harsh times he had to go through because of her. Murdoc got out of the dumpster and waddled his way back to his house cursing his Ex-wife, Helga. Although Murdoch had made this walk many times before, this particular morning was about to get a whole lot weirder. It was time once again to go about his daily business and today, like every other day, the first priority was finding the choicest edible morsels amongst the detritus he had found himself sleeping in. "Breakfast is over and your nine am is already waiting" growled the Texan. "I hate large groups...they never tip enough" he mummered, while washing his stained hands. The sink was stained with a deep crimson red, caked blood and smelled, rusty. He continued scrubbing his hands, put on the glove & picked up a scalpel. Holding this scalpel, gave him the feeling of being god, the towering bolus floating in his washing-up bowl filled with detergent. KRANG! the bowl slipped from his wet slippery hand onto the floor, smashing into pieces. "Bad omen..." Murdoch thoughts to himself "Damn, at least when that b*tch was here she would have cleaned this mess up." Now Murdoc would have to clean the blood, the water and the bowl up off the floor. He shuddered. The thought of domestic life with her for all those years left him cold, cold like the terrible Preston weather. It reminded him of the time he had been a clown in a traveling circus; one of his life's lowest moments |
| Len Lukawski 09.03.2012 | ***HAD TO MAKE SOME EDITS FOR SPELLING, GRAMMAR ETC*** Being woken up by a fuming Texan in a greasy spoon located at the arse end of Preston wasn't how he had planned to spend his first day on the job. But, on the other hand, it was better than waking up next to his ex-wife, who was now serving time for armed robbery. "Oh what a bloody cunt she was", thought Murdoc out loud while remembering the harsh times he had to go through because of her. Murdoc got out of the dumpster and waddled his way back to his house cursing his Ex-wife, Helga. Although Murdoch had made this walk many times before, this particular morning was about to get a whole lot weirder. It was time once again to go about his daily business and today, like every other day, the first priority was finding the choicest edible morsels amongst the detritus he had found himself sleeping in. "Breakfast is over and your nine am is already waiting" growled the Texan. "I hate large groups...they never tip enough" he mummered, while washing his stained hands. The sink was stained with a deep crimson red, caked blood and smelled, rusty. He continued scrubbing his hands, put on the glove & picked up a scalpel. Holding this scalpel, gave him the feeling of being god, the towering bolus floating in his washing-up bowl filled with detergent. KRANG! the bowl slipped from his wet slippery hand onto the floor, smashing into pieces. "Bad omen..." Murdoch thoughts to himself "Damn, at least when that b*tch was here she would have cleaned this mess up." Now Murdoc would have to clean the blood, the water and the bowl up off the floor. He shuddered. The thought of domestic life with her for all those years left him cold, cold like the terrible Preston weather. It reminded him of the time he had been a clown in a traveling circus; one of his life's lowest moments |
| Len Lukawski 09.03.2012 | ***HAD TO MAKE SOME EDITS FOR SPELLING, GRAMMAR ETC*** Being woken up by a fuming Texan in a greasy spoon located at the arse end of Preston wasn't how he had planned to spend his first day on the job. But, on the other hand, it was better than waking up next to his ex-wife, who was now serving time for armed robbery. "Oh what a bloody cunt she was", thought Murdoc out loud while remembering the harsh times he had to go through because of her. Murdoc got out of the dumpster and waddled his way back to his house cursing his Ex-wife, Helga. Although Murdoch had made this walk many times before, this particular morning was about to get a whole lot weirder. It was time once again to go about his daily business and today, like every other day, the first priority was finding the choicest edible morsels amongst the detritus he had found himself sleeping in. "Breakfast is over and your nine am is already waiting" growled the Texan. "I hate large groups...they never tip enough" he mummered, while washing his stained hands. The sink was stained with a deep crimson red, caked blood and smelled, rusty. He continued scrubbing his hands, put on the glove & picked up a scalpel. Holding this scalpel, gave him the feeling of being god, the towering bolus floating in his washing-up bowl filled with detergent. KRANG! the bowl slipped from his wet slippery hand onto the floor, smashing into pieces. "Bad omen..." Murdoch thoughts to himself "Damn, at least when that b*tch was here she would have cleaned this mess up." Now Murdoc would have to clean the blood, the water and the bowl up off the floor. He shuddered. The thought of domestic life with her for all those years left him cold, cold like the terrible Preston weather. It reminded him of the time he had been a clown in a traveling circus; one of his life's lowest moments |
| Len Lukawski 09.03.2012 | ***HAD TO MAKE SOME EDITS FOR SPELLING, GRAMMAR ETC*** Being woken up by a fuming Texan in a greasy spoon located at the arse end of Preston wasn't how he had planned to spend his first day on the job. But, on the other hand, it was better than waking up next to his ex-wife, who was now serving time for armed robbery. "Oh what a bloody cunt she was", thought Murdoc out loud while remembering the harsh times he had to go through because of her. Murdoc got out of the dumpster and waddled his way back to his house cursing his Ex-wife, Helga. Although Murdoch had made this walk many times before, this particular morning was about to get a whole lot weirder. It was time once again to go about his daily business and today, like every other day, the first priority was finding the choicest edible morsels amongst the detritus he had found himself sleeping in. "Breakfast is over and your nine am is already waiting" growled the Texan. "I hate large groups...they never tip enough" he mummered, while washing his stained hands. The sink was stained with a deep crimson red, caked blood and smelled, rusty. He continued scrubbing his hands, put on the glove & picked up a scalpel. Holding this scalpel, gave him the feeling of being god, the towering bolus floating in his washing-up bowl filled with detergent. KRANG! the bowl slipped from his wet slippery hand onto the floor, smashing into pieces. "Bad omen..." Murdoch thoughts to himself "Damn, at least when that b*tch was here she would have cleaned this mess up." Now Murdoc would have to clean the blood, the water and the bowl up off the floor. He shuddered. The thought of domestic life with her for all those years left him cold, cold like the terrible Preston weather. It reminded him of the time he had been a clown in a traveling circus; one of his life's lowest moments |
| Len Lukawski 09.03.2012 | ***HAD TO MAKE SOME EDITS FOR SPELLING, GRAMMAR ETC*** Being woken up by a fuming Texan in a greasy spoon located at the arse end of Preston wasn't how he had planned to spend his first day on the job. But, on the other hand, it was better than waking up next to his ex-wife, who was now serving time for armed robbery. "Oh what a bloody cunt she was", thought Murdoc out loud while remembering the harsh times he had to go through because of her. Murdoc got out of the dumpster and waddled his way back to his house cursing his Ex-wife, Helga. Although Murdoch had made this walk many times before, this particular morning was about to get a whole lot weirder. It was time once again to go about his daily business and today, like every other day, the first priority was finding the choicest edible morsels amongst the detritus he had found himself sleeping in. "Breakfast is over and your nine am is already waiting" growled the Texan. "I hate large groups...they never tip enough" he mummered, while washing his stained hands. The sink was stained with a deep crimson red, caked blood and smelled, rusty. He continued scrubbing his hands, put on the glove & picked up a scalpel. Holding this scalpel, gave him the feeling of being god, the towering bolus floating in his washing-up bowl filled with detergent. KRANG! the bowl slipped from his wet slippery hand onto the floor, smashing into pieces. "Bad omen..." Murdoch thoughts to himself "Damn, at least when that b*tch was here she would have cleaned this mess up." Now Murdoc would have to clean the blood, the water and the bowl up off the floor. He shuddered. The thought of domestic life with her for all those years left him cold, cold like the terrible Preston weather. It reminded him of the time he had been a clown in a traveling circus; one of his life's lowest moments |
| Len Lukawski 05.03.2012 | [QUOTE=Zaniac;442471]Being woken up by a fuming Texan in a greasy spoon located at the arse end of Preston wasn't how he had planned to spend his first day on the job. But, on the other hand, it was better than waking up next to his ex-wife, who was now serving time for armed robbery. "Oh what a bloody cunt she was", thought Murdoc out loud while remembering the harsh times he had to go through because of her. So Murdoc got out of the dumpster and waddled his way back to his house cursing his Ex-wife Helga. Although Murdoch had made this walk many times before, this particular morning was about to get a whole lot weirder. It was time once again to go about his daily business and today, like every other day, the first priority was finding the choicest edible morsels amongst the detritus he had found himself sleeping in. "Breakfast is over and your nine am is already waiting" growled the Texan. "I hate large groups...they never tip enough" he mummered, while washing his stained hands. The sink was stained with a deep crimson red, caked blood..smells rusty.. He continued scrubbing his hands, put on the glove & picked up a scalpel. Holding this scalpel, gave him the feeling of being god, the towering bolus floating in his washing-up bowl filled with detergent. KRANG! the bowl slipped from his wet slippery hand onto the floor, smashing it to pieces! "Signs of bad omen..." Murdoch thoughts to himself "damn, at least when that b*tch was here she would clean this mess up" now Murdoc would have to clean the blood, the water and the bowl up off the floor... *shudder* the thought of domestic life with her for all those years left him cold, cold like the terrible Preston weather. It reminded him of the time he had been a clown in a traveling circus; one of his life's lowest moments - almost comparing with that of the time he was a leg-waxer for a men's swimming team. The Texan ushered the group in, taking each ones picture as they formed a line by Murdoc at the main table. It was obvious to the Texan from the look on Murdoch's face that he was believeing of home and the better times he had in Cleveland Heights when he was not bothered by these annoying people. "Oh no..." he thought, "It's.... Doc Mur, the notorious man-eating doctor, escaped from prison 3 moths ago."I've got to get out of here before i end up between his sandwitch" tought the Texan, J |
| Deeann Cheron 05.03.2012 | Being woken up by a fuming Texan in a greasy spoon located at the arse end of Preston wasn't how he had planned to spend his first day on the job. But, on the other hand, it was better than waking up next to his ex-wife, who was now serving time for armed robbery. "Oh what a bloody cunt she was", thought Murdoc out loud while remembering the harsh times he had to go through because of her. So Murdoc got out of the dumpster and waddled his way back to his house cursing his Ex-wife Helga. Although Murdoch had made this walk many times before, this particular morning was about to get a whole lot weirder. It was time once again to go about his daily business and today, like every other day, the first priority was finding the choicest edible morsels amongst the detritus he had found himself sleeping in. "Breakfast is over and your nine am is already waiting" growled the Texan. "I hate large groups...they never tip enough" he mummered, while washing his stained hands. The sink was stained with a deep crimson red, caked blood..smells rusty.. He continued scrubbing his hands, put on the glove & picked up a scalpel. Holding this scalpel, gave him the feeling of being god, the towering bolus floating in his washing-up bowl filled with detergent. KRANG! the bowl slipped from his wet slippery hand onto the floor, smashing it to pieces! "Signs of bad omen..." Murdoch thoughts to himself "damn, at least when that b*tch was here she would clean this mess up" now Murdoc would have to clean the blood, the water and the bowl up off the floor... *shudder* the thought of domestic life with her for all those years left him cold, cold like the terrible Preston weather. It reminded him of the time he had been a clown in a traveling circus; one of his life's lowest moments - almost comparing with that of the time he was a leg-waxer for a men's swimming team. The Texan ushered the group in, taking each ones picture as they formed a line by Murdoc at the main table. It was obvious to the Texan from the look on Murdoch's face that he was believeing of home and the better times he had in Cleveland Heights when he was not bothered by these annoying people. "Oh no..." he thought, "It's.... Doc Mur, the notorious man-eating doctor, escaped from prison 3 moths ago."I've got to get out of here before i end up between his sandwitch" tought the Texan, J |
| Era Roka 05.03.2012 | Of course the Doc never came to work unprepared, he bought a magnetic James Bond watch from Ebay for only $5! Ha what a steal! When he saw J |
| Len Lukawski 09.03.2012 | ***HAD TO MAKE SOME EDITS FOR SPELLING, GRAMMAR ETC*** Being woken up by a fuming Texan in a greasy spoon located at the arse end of Preston wasn't how he had planned to spend his first day on the job. But, on the other hand, it was better than waking up next to his ex-wife, who was now serving time for armed robbery. "Oh what a bloody cunt she was", thought Murdoc out loud while remembering the harsh times he had to go through because of her. Murdoc got out of the dumpster and waddled his way back to his house cursing his Ex-wife, Helga. Although Murdoch had made this walk many times before, this particular morning was about to get a whole lot weirder. It was time once again to go about his daily business and today, like every other day, the first priority was finding the choicest edible morsels amongst the detritus he had found himself sleeping in. "Breakfast is over and your nine am is already waiting" growled the Texan. "I hate large groups...they never tip enough" he mummered, while washing his stained hands. The sink was stained with a deep crimson red, caked blood and smelled, rusty. He continued scrubbing his hands, put on the glove & picked up a scalpel. Holding this scalpel, gave him the feeling of being god, the towering bolus floating in his washing-up bowl filled with detergent. KRANG! the bowl slipped from his wet slippery hand onto the floor, smashing into pieces. "Bad omen..." Murdoch thoughts to himself "Damn, at least when that b*tch was here she would have cleaned this mess up." Now Murdoc would have to clean the blood, the water and the bowl up off the floor. He shuddered. The thought of domestic life with her for all those years left him cold, cold like the terrible Preston weather. It reminded him of the time he had been a clown in a traveling circus; one of his life's lowest moments |
| Janell Selser 07.03.2012 |
Originally Posted by Karlos Santos
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| Len Lukawski 05.03.2012 | [QUOTE=Zaniac;442471]Being woken up by a fuming Texan in a greasy spoon located at the arse end of Preston wasn't how he had planned to spend his first day on the job. But, on the other hand, it was better than waking up next to his ex-wife, who was now serving time for armed robbery. "Oh what a bloody cunt she was", thought Murdoc out loud while remembering the harsh times he had to go through because of her. So Murdoc got out of the dumpster and waddled his way back to his house cursing his Ex-wife Helga. Although Murdoch had made this walk many times before, this particular morning was about to get a whole lot weirder. It was time once again to go about his daily business and today, like every other day, the first priority was finding the choicest edible morsels amongst the detritus he had found himself sleeping in. "Breakfast is over and your nine am is already waiting" growled the Texan. "I hate large groups...they never tip enough" he mummered, while washing his stained hands. The sink was stained with a deep crimson red, caked blood..smells rusty.. He continued scrubbing his hands, put on the glove & picked up a scalpel. Holding this scalpel, gave him the feeling of being god, the towering bolus floating in his washing-up bowl filled with detergent. KRANG! the bowl slipped from his wet slippery hand onto the floor, smashing it to pieces! "Signs of bad omen..." Murdoch thoughts to himself "damn, at least when that b*tch was here she would clean this mess up" now Murdoc would have to clean the blood, the water and the bowl up off the floor... *shudder* the thought of domestic life with her for all those years left him cold, cold like the terrible Preston weather. It reminded him of the time he had been a clown in a traveling circus; one of his life's lowest moments - almost comparing with that of the time he was a leg-waxer for a men's swimming team. The Texan ushered the group in, taking each ones picture as they formed a line by Murdoc at the main table. It was obvious to the Texan from the look on Murdoch's face that he was believeing of home and the better times he had in Cleveland Heights when he was not bothered by these annoying people. "Oh no..." he thought, "It's.... Doc Mur, the notorious man-eating doctor, escaped from prison 3 moths ago."I've got to get out of here before i end up between his sandwitch" tought the Texan, J |
| Deeann Cheron 05.03.2012 | Being woken up by a fuming Texan in a greasy spoon located at the arse end of Preston wasn't how he had planned to spend his first day on the job. But, on the other hand, it was better than waking up next to his ex-wife, who was now serving time for armed robbery. "Oh what a bloody cunt she was", thought Murdoc out loud while remembering the harsh times he had to go through because of her. So Murdoc got out of the dumpster and waddled his way back to his house cursing his Ex-wife Helga. Although Murdoch had made this walk many times before, this particular morning was about to get a whole lot weirder. It was time once again to go about his daily business and today, like every other day, the first priority was finding the choicest edible morsels amongst the detritus he had found himself sleeping in. "Breakfast is over and your nine am is already waiting" growled the Texan. "I hate large groups...they never tip enough" he mummered, while washing his stained hands. The sink was stained with a deep crimson red, caked blood..smells rusty.. He continued scrubbing his hands, put on the glove & picked up a scalpel. Holding this scalpel, gave him the feeling of being god, the towering bolus floating in his washing-up bowl filled with detergent. KRANG! the bowl slipped from his wet slippery hand onto the floor, smashing it to pieces! "Signs of bad omen..." Murdoch thoughts to himself "damn, at least when that b*tch was here she would clean this mess up" now Murdoc would have to clean the blood, the water and the bowl up off the floor... *shudder* the thought of domestic life with her for all those years left him cold, cold like the terrible Preston weather. It reminded him of the time he had been a clown in a traveling circus; one of his life's lowest moments - almost comparing with that of the time he was a leg-waxer for a men's swimming team. The Texan ushered the group in, taking each ones picture as they formed a line by Murdoc at the main table. It was obvious to the Texan from the look on Murdoch's face that he was believeing of home and the better times he had in Cleveland Heights when he was not bothered by these annoying people. "Oh no..." he thought, "It's.... Doc Mur, the notorious man-eating doctor, escaped from prison 3 moths ago."I've got to get out of here before i end up between his sandwitch" tought the Texan, J |
| Era Roka 05.03.2012 | Of course the Doc never came to work unprepared, he bought a magnetic James Bond watch from Ebay for only $5! Ha what a steal! When he saw J |
| Emely Metz 12.03.2012 |
"Wake the fu*k up", muttered the Texan as he continued attempting to wake up the train wreck who was still asleep, face down in a plate of overly ketchuped, congealed scrambled eggs.
Aww it's just a bad dream |
| Len Lukawski 09.03.2012 | ***HAD TO MAKE SOME EDITS FOR SPELLING, GRAMMAR ETC*** Being woken up by a fuming Texan in a greasy spoon located at the arse end of Preston wasn't how he had planned to spend his first day on the job. But, on the other hand, it was better than waking up next to his ex-wife, who was now serving time for armed robbery. "Oh what a bloody cunt she was", thought Murdoc out loud while remembering the harsh times he had to go through because of her. Murdoc got out of the dumpster and waddled his way back to his house cursing his Ex-wife, Helga. Although Murdoch had made this walk many times before, this particular morning was about to get a whole lot weirder. It was time once again to go about his daily business and today, like every other day, the first priority was finding the choicest edible morsels amongst the detritus he had found himself sleeping in. "Breakfast is over and your nine am is already waiting" growled the Texan. "I hate large groups...they never tip enough" he mummered, while washing his stained hands. The sink was stained with a deep crimson red, caked blood and smelled, rusty. He continued scrubbing his hands, put on the glove & picked up a scalpel. Holding this scalpel, gave him the feeling of being god, the towering bolus floating in his washing-up bowl filled with detergent. KRANG! the bowl slipped from his wet slippery hand onto the floor, smashing into pieces. "Bad omen..." Murdoch thoughts to himself "Damn, at least when that b*tch was here she would have cleaned this mess up." Now Murdoc would have to clean the blood, the water and the bowl up off the floor. He shuddered. The thought of domestic life with her for all those years left him cold, cold like the terrible Preston weather. It reminded him of the time he had been a clown in a traveling circus; one of his life's lowest moments |
| Emely Metz 09.03.2012 | "it's the T-1000!" Yes, the T-1000 android robot is on the loose now hunting on Murdoc. |
| Charline Dye 09.03.2012 | A steel hook that is. What was this pirate wench doing in Preston he thought to himself as the cold steel connected with his skin. |
| Erich Vallabhaneni 08.03.2012 | She then brought it around with a hard right up against his jaw, but little did Doc know her right hand is made of steel! |
| nayit ruiz jaramillo 08.03.2012 | but Doc was no fool. He's knows what women are like and in situations like this, he's always wearing a cup. "Better luck next time bitch" he said as he felt his cheek heating up "you got a good left hook". |
| Emely Metz 08.03.2012 | hard sickening kick to the groin |
| Random X 08.03.2012 | There was a slap in his face, followed by a |
| Janell Selser 07.03.2012 |
Originally Posted by Karlos Santos
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| nayit ruiz jaramillo 05.03.2012 | And as per usual his curiosity got the better of him and he just had to ask her "... |
| Len Lukawski 05.03.2012 | [QUOTE=Zaniac;442471]Being woken up by a fuming Texan in a greasy spoon located at the arse end of Preston wasn't how he had planned to spend his first day on the job. But, on the other hand, it was better than waking up next to his ex-wife, who was now serving time for armed robbery. "Oh what a bloody cunt she was", thought Murdoc out loud while remembering the harsh times he had to go through because of her. So Murdoc got out of the dumpster and waddled his way back to his house cursing his Ex-wife Helga. Although Murdoch had made this walk many times before, this particular morning was about to get a whole lot weirder. It was time once again to go about his daily business and today, like every other day, the first priority was finding the choicest edible morsels amongst the detritus he had found himself sleeping in. "Breakfast is over and your nine am is already waiting" growled the Texan. "I hate large groups...they never tip enough" he mummered, while washing his stained hands. The sink was stained with a deep crimson red, caked blood..smells rusty.. He continued scrubbing his hands, put on the glove & picked up a scalpel. Holding this scalpel, gave him the feeling of being god, the towering bolus floating in his washing-up bowl filled with detergent. KRANG! the bowl slipped from his wet slippery hand onto the floor, smashing it to pieces! "Signs of bad omen..." Murdoch thoughts to himself "damn, at least when that b*tch was here she would clean this mess up" now Murdoc would have to clean the blood, the water and the bowl up off the floor... *shudder* the thought of domestic life with her for all those years left him cold, cold like the terrible Preston weather. It reminded him of the time he had been a clown in a traveling circus; one of his life's lowest moments - almost comparing with that of the time he was a leg-waxer for a men's swimming team. The Texan ushered the group in, taking each ones picture as they formed a line by Murdoc at the main table. It was obvious to the Texan from the look on Murdoch's face that he was believeing of home and the better times he had in Cleveland Heights when he was not bothered by these annoying people. "Oh no..." he thought, "It's.... Doc Mur, the notorious man-eating doctor, escaped from prison 3 moths ago."I've got to get out of here before i end up between his sandwitch" tought the Texan, J |
| Deeann Cheron 05.03.2012 | Being woken up by a fuming Texan in a greasy spoon located at the arse end of Preston wasn't how he had planned to spend his first day on the job. But, on the other hand, it was better than waking up next to his ex-wife, who was now serving time for armed robbery. "Oh what a bloody cunt she was", thought Murdoc out loud while remembering the harsh times he had to go through because of her. So Murdoc got out of the dumpster and waddled his way back to his house cursing his Ex-wife Helga. Although Murdoch had made this walk many times before, this particular morning was about to get a whole lot weirder. It was time once again to go about his daily business and today, like every other day, the first priority was finding the choicest edible morsels amongst the detritus he had found himself sleeping in. "Breakfast is over and your nine am is already waiting" growled the Texan. "I hate large groups...they never tip enough" he mummered, while washing his stained hands. The sink was stained with a deep crimson red, caked blood..smells rusty.. He continued scrubbing his hands, put on the glove & picked up a scalpel. Holding this scalpel, gave him the feeling of being god, the towering bolus floating in his washing-up bowl filled with detergent. KRANG! the bowl slipped from his wet slippery hand onto the floor, smashing it to pieces! "Signs of bad omen..." Murdoch thoughts to himself "damn, at least when that b*tch was here she would clean this mess up" now Murdoc would have to clean the blood, the water and the bowl up off the floor... *shudder* the thought of domestic life with her for all those years left him cold, cold like the terrible Preston weather. It reminded him of the time he had been a clown in a traveling circus; one of his life's lowest moments - almost comparing with that of the time he was a leg-waxer for a men's swimming team. The Texan ushered the group in, taking each ones picture as they formed a line by Murdoc at the main table. It was obvious to the Texan from the look on Murdoch's face that he was believeing of home and the better times he had in Cleveland Heights when he was not bothered by these annoying people. "Oh no..." he thought, "It's.... Doc Mur, the notorious man-eating doctor, escaped from prison 3 moths ago."I've got to get out of here before i end up between his sandwitch" tought the Texan, J |
| Era Roka 05.03.2012 | Of course the Doc never came to work unprepared, he bought a magnetic James Bond watch from Ebay for only $5! Ha what a steal! When he saw J |
| Yong Aptekar 05.03.2012 | ...Drew his revolver, firing shots off like the wild west to cover his escape. |
| Era Roka 05.03.2012 | Being woken up by a fuming Texan in a greasy spoon located at the arse end of Preston wasn't how he had planned to spend his first day on the job. But, on the other hand, it was better than waking up next to his ex-wife, who was now serving time for armed robbery. "Oh what a bloody cunt she was", thought Murdoc out loud while remembering the harsh times he had to go through because of her. So Murdoc got out of the dumpster and waddled his way back to his house cursing his Ex-wife Helga. Although Murdoch had made this walk many times before, this particular morning was about to get a whole lot weirder. It was time once again to go about his daily business and today, like every other day, the first priority was finding the choicest edible morsels amongst the detritus he had found himself sleeping in. "Breakfast is over and your nine am is already waiting" growled the Texan. "I hate large groups...they never tip enough" he mummered, while washing his stained hands. The sink was stained with a deep crimson red, caked blood..smells rusty.. He continued scrubbing his hands, put on the glove & picked up a scalpel. Holding this scalpel, gave him the feeling of being god, the towering bolus floating in his washing-up bowl filled with detergent. KRANG! the bowl slipped from his wet slippery hand onto the floor, smashing it to pieces! "Signs of bad omen..." Murdoch thoughts to himself "damn, at least when that b*tch was here she would clean this mess up" now Murdoc would have to clean the blood, the water and the bowl up off the floor... *shudder* the thought of domestic life with her for all those years left him cold, cold like the terrible Preston weather. It reminded him of the time he had been a clown in a traveling circus; one of his life's lowest moments - almost comparing with that of the time he was a leg-waxer for a men's swimming team. The Texan ushered the group in, taking each ones picture as they formed a line by Murdoc at the main table. It was obvious to the Texan from the look on Murdoch's face that he was believeing of home and the better times he had in Cleveland Heights when he was not bothered by these annoying people. "Oh no..." he thought, "It's.... Doc Mur, the notorious man-eating doctor, escaped from prison 3 moths ago."I've got to get out of here before i end up between his sandwitch" tought the Texan, J |
| Random X 05.03.2012 | Being woken up by a fuming Texan in a greasy spoon located at the arse end of Preston wasn't how he had planned to spend his first day on the job. But, on the other hand, it was better than waking up next to his ex-wife, who was now serving time for armed robbery. "Oh what a bloody cunt she was", thought Murdoc out loud while remembering the harsh times he had to go through because of her. So Murdoc got out of the dumpster and waddled his way back to his house cursing his Ex-wife Helga. Although Murdoch had made this walk many times before, this particular morning was about to get a whole lot weirder. It was time once again to go about his daily business and today, like every other day, the first priority was finding the choicest edible morsels amongst the detritus he had found himself sleeping in. "Breakfast is over and your nine am is already waiting" growled the Texan. "I hate large groups...they never tip enough" he mummered, while washing his stained hands. The sink was stained with a deep crimson red, caked blood..smells rusty.. He continued scrubbing his hands, put on the glove & picked up a scalpel. Holding this scalpel, gave him the feeling of being god, the towering bolus floating in his washing-up bowl filled with detergent. KRANG! the bowl slipped from his wet slippery hand onto the floor, smashing it to pieces! "Signs of bad omen..." Murdoch thoughts to himself "damn, at least when that b*tch was here she would clean this mess up" now Murdoc would have to clean the blood, the water and the bowl up off the floor... *shudder* the thought of domestic life with her for all those years left him cold, cold like the terrible Preston weather. It reminded him of the time he had been a clown in a traveling circus; one of his life's lowest moments - almost comparing with that of the time he was a leg-waxer for a men's swimming team. The Texan ushered the group in, taking each ones picture as they formed a line by Murdoch at the main table. It was obvious to the Texan from the look on Murdoch's face that he was believeing of home and the better times he had in Cleveland Heights when he was not bothered by these annoying people. "Oh no..." he thought, "It's.... |
| Leeanna Ayla 05.03.2012 | Being woken up by a fuming Texan in a greasy spoon located at the arse end of Preston wasn't how he had planned to spend his first day on the job. But, on the other hand, it was better than waking up next to his ex-wife, who was now serving time for armed robbery. "Oh what a bloody cunt she was", thought Murdoc out loud while remembering the harsh times he had to go through because of her. So Murdoc got out of the dumpster and waddled his way back to his house cursing his Ex-wife Helga. Although Murdoch had made this walk many times before, this particular morning was about to get a whole lot weirder. It was time once again to go about his daily business and today, like every other day, the first priority was finding the choicest edible morsels amongst the detritus he had found himself sleeping in. "Breakfast is over and your nine am is already waiting" growled the Texan. "I hate large groups...they never tip enough" he mummered, while washing his stained hands. The sink was stained with a deep crimson red, caked blood..smells rusty.. He continued scrubbing his hands, put on the glove & picked up a scalpel. Holding this scalpel, gave him the feeling of being god, the towering bolus floating in his washing-up bowl filled with detergent. KRANG! the bowl slipped from his wet slippery hand onto the floor, smashing it to pieces! "Signs of bad omen..." Murdoch thoughts to himself "damn, at least when that b*tch was here she would clean this mess up" now Murdoc would have to clean the blood, the water and the bowl up off the floor... *shudder* the thought of domestic life with her for all those years left him cold, cold like the terrible Preston weather. It reminded him of the time he had been a clown in a traveling circus; one of his life's lowest moments - almost comparing with that of the time he was a leg-waxer for a men's swimming team. The Texan ushered the group in, taking each ones picture as they formed a line by Murdoch at the main table. It was obvious to the Texan from the look on Murdoch's face that he was believeing of home and the better times he had in Cleveland Heights when he was not bothered by these annoying people. |
| Len Lukawski 05.03.2012 | [off topic] One sentence only please. [/off topic] |
| Len Lukawski 05.03.2012 | [QUOTE=Solaar;442164]Being woken up by a fuming Texan in a greasy spoon located at the arse end of Preston wasn't how he had planned to spend his first day on the job. But, on the other hand, it was better than waking up next to his ex-wife, who was now serving time for armed robbery. "Oh what a bloody cunt she was", thought Murdoc out loud while remembering the harsh times he had to go through because of her. So Murdoc got out of the dumpster and waddled his way back to his house cursing his Ex-wife Helga. Although Murdoch had made this walk many times before, this particular morning was about to get a whole lot weirder. It was time once again to go about his daily business and today, like every other day, the first priority was finding the choicest edible morsels amongst the detritus he had found himself sleeping in. "Breakfast is over and your nine am is already waiting" growled the Texan. "I hate large groups...they never tip enough" he mummered, while washing his stained hands. The sink was stained with a deep crimson red, caked blood..smells rusty.. He continued scrubbing his hands, put on the glove & picked up a scalpel. Holding this scalpel, gave him the feeling of being god, the towering bolus floating in his washing-up bowl filled with detergent. KRANG! the bowl slipped from his wet slippery hand onto the floor, smashing it to pieces! "Signs of bad omen..." Murdoch thoughts to himself "damn, at least when that b*tch was here she would clean this mess up" now Murdoc would have to clean the blood, the water and the bowl up off the floor... *shudder* the thought of domestic life with her for all those years left him cold, cold like the terrible Preston weather. It reminded him of the time he had been a clown in a traveling circus; one of his life's lowest moments - almost comparing with that of the time he was a leg-waxer for a men's swimming team. The Texan ushered the group in, taking each ones picture as they formed a line by Murdoch at the main table. |
| Ronnie Krile 05.03.2012 | Being woken up by a fuming Texan in a greasy spoon located at the arse end of Preston wasn't how he had planned to spend his first day on the job. But, on the other hand, it was better than waking up next to his ex-wife, who was now serving time for armed robbery. "Oh what a bloody cunt she was", thought Murdoc out loud while remembering the harsh times he had to go through because of her. So Murdoc got out of the dumpster and waddled his way back to his house cursing his Ex-wife Helga. Although Murdoch had made this walk many times before, this particular morning was about to get a whole lot weirder. It was time once again to go about his daily business and today, like every other day, the first priority was finding the choicest edible morsels amongst the detritus he had found himself sleeping in. "Breakfast is over and your nine am is already waiting" growled the Texan. "I hate large groups...they never tip enough" he mummered, while washing his stained hands. The sink was stained with a deep crimson red, caked blood..smells rusty.. He continued scrubbing his hands, put on the glove & picked up a scalpel. Holding this scalpel, gave him the feeling of being god, the towering bolus floating in his washing-up bowl filled with detergent. KRANG! the bowl slipped from his wet slippery hand onto the floor, smashing it to pieces! "Signs of bad omen..." Murdoch thoughts to himself "damn, at least when that b*tch was here she would clean this mess up" now Murdoc would have to clean the blood, the water and the bowl up off the floor... *shudder* the thought of domestic life with her for all those years left him cold, cold like the terrible Preston weather. It reminded him of the time he had been a clown in a traveling circus; one of his life's lowest moments - almost comparing with that of the time he was a leg-waxer for a men's swimming team. |
| nayit ruiz jaramillo 05.03.2012 | (loving that smittten has chosen my home town, one of many Preston's no doubt but im taking it) Being woken up by a fuming Texan in a greasy spoon located at the arse end of Preston wasn't how he had planned to spend his first day on the job. But, on the other hand, it was better than waking up next to his ex-wife, who was now serving time for armed robbery. "Oh what a bloody cunt she was", thought Murdoc out loud while remembering the harsh times he had to go through because of her. So Murdoc got out of the dumpster and waddled his way back to his house cursing his Ex-wife Helga. Although Murdoch had made this walk many times before, this particular morning was about to get a whole lot weirder. It was time once again to go about his daily business and today, like every other day, the first priority was finding the choicest edible morsels amongst the detritus he had found himself sleeping in. "Breakfast is over and your nine am is already waiting" growled the Texan. "I hate large groups...they never tip enough" he mummered, while washing his stained hands. The sink was stained with a deep crimson red, caked blood..smells rusty.. He continued scrubbing his hands, put on the glove & picked up a scalpel. Holding this scalpel, gave him the feeling of being god, the towering bolus floating in his washing-up bowl filled with detergent. KRANG! the bowl slipped from his wet slippery hand onto the floor, smashing it to pieces! "Signs of bad omen..." Murdoch thoughts to himself "damn, at least when that b*tch was here she would clean this mess up" now Murdoc would have to clean the blood, the water and the bowl up off the floor... *shudder* the thought of domestic life with her for all those years left him cold, cold like the terrible Preston weather. |
| Emely Metz 05.03.2012 | [I'm bored, no one is around in community
so i'll continue..] Being woken up by a fuming Texan in a greasy spoon located at the arse end of Preston wasn't how he had planned to spend his first day on the job. But, on the other hand, it was better than waking up next to his ex-wife, who was now serving time for armed robbery. "Oh what a bloody cunt she was", thought Murdoc out loud while remembering the harsh times he had to go through because of her. So Murdoc got out of the dumpster and waddled his way back to his house cursing his Ex-wife Helga. Although Murdoch had made this walk many times before, this particular morning was about to get a whole lot weirder. It was time once again to go about his daily business and today, like every other day, the first priority was finding the choicest edible morsels amongst the detritus he had found himself sleeping in. "Breakfast is over and your nine am is already waiting" growled the Texan. "I hate large groups...they never tip enough" he mummered, while washing his stained hands. The sink was stained with a deep crimson red, caked blood..smells rusty.. He continued scrubbing his hands, put on the glove & picked up a scalpel. Holding this scalpel, gave him the feeling of being god, the towering bolus floating in his washing-up bowl filled with detergent. KRANG! the bowl slipped from his wet slippery hand onto the floor, smashing it to pieces! "Signs of bad omen..." Murdoch thoughts to himself. |
| Random X 05.03.2012 | Holding this scalpel, gave him the feeling of being god, the towering bolus floating in his washing-up bowl filled with detergent. |
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