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From: Randy )
Subject: Dinner at Aaron's
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Newsgroups: rec.radio.cb
Date: 2002-04-28 21:04:35 PST


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(Knock at the door) Aaron opens door wearing his skimpiest thong

underwear

Aaron: Hi Sparky! How are you!

Sparky: I'm good Aaron. Is dinner ready?

Aaron: Almost. In the meantime, you can snack on me, but we need to

hurry
before George gets here.

Sparkyscreaming) Aaron! Will you shut up with the advances! I already

told
you I've started to like women now! Now leave me alone!

Aaron: OK, OK! I just thought we could be like the old days again.

Sparky: No, I'm really going to stick it out this time.

Aaron: (sniffling) Ok Sparky, have it your way. I'll respect your

wishes.

Sparky: Where's George? Do we have to wait for him to eat?

Aaron: Yes, he's bringing the salad.

Sparky: OK. Got any snacks?

Aaron: I think so, let me check.

(knock at the door)Aaron answers the door.

Aaronexclaiming) George! My God! What happened to you?

Georgecrying) I was just out minding my own business, following this

little
girl, and all the sudden, wham! Her Dad must have seen me and punched

me. I had
just asked if she wanted some candy too. I think I could have had her.

Then the
Dad pulled out of the window of my Pacer, and beat me some more. I

think he
dislocated my shoulder too.

Sparky: Can we eat now?

Aaron: Sparky, can't you see George is hurt? Go get one of the steaks

for
George's black eyes. And while you're in the kitchen Sparky, get some

ice for
his broken nose and busted lip too.

Sparky: OK, but I ain't eating the steak that you use on George's eyes!

Aaron: OK, whatever!

(Sparky spends fully 5 minutes trying to figure out which steak is the
smallest, so he can have the biggest.then finally he returns)

Aaron: God Sparky! Why did you take a bite out of it? It's raw, for

Christ's
sake!

Sparkyunintelligible mumbling caused by mouthful of raw steak)

Aarongrabs steak from Sparky and applies it to George's eyes) There

now
George. Is that better? Aaron knows how to make you feel better,

doesn't he?

George: Yes Aaron, it's much better now. Thanks, you know I bruise

easily.

Aaron: Hey Sparky, light the grill.

Sparky: Hey, those steaks ain't half bad raw! Do we really need to cook

them?

Aaron: My God Sparky! Sometimes you act like a Neanderthal! Light the

damn
grill!

(Sparky goes out back, turns on the gas, clicks the igniter repeatedly,

nothing
happens. Goes back inside for matches and returns)

Aaronjust as Sparky lights the match) NO! STOP!

(loud explosion)

Sparky: (screaming) I'm on fire! Somebody help me!

(Sparky runs back through the house with his beard on fire, screaming

for help.
Aaron and George race behind him with teacups filled with water)

To Be Continued








Funny! I can almost picture it happening!

I must admit, I did do a nice job of satirizing the AKC membership,
did I not? Yes, I wrote it. I admit it. BFD!




And you even reply to your own posts ROFLMAO........


From: Randy )
Subject: Dinner at Aaron's
View: Complete Thread (10 articles)
Original Format
Newsgroups: rec.radio.cb
Date: 2002-04-28 21:04:35 PST


"Dweebo Spanka" wrote in message
...


(Knock at the door) Aaron opens door wearing his skimpiest thong

underwear

Aaron: Hi Sparky! How are you!

Sparky: I'm good Aaron. Is dinner ready?

Aaron: Almost. In the meantime, you can snack on me, but we need to

hurry
before George gets here.

Sparkyscreaming) Aaron! Will you shut up with the advances! I already

told
you I've started to like women now! Now leave me alone!

Aaron: OK, OK! I just thought we could be like the old days again.

Sparky: No, I'm really going to stick it out this time.

Aaron: (sniffling) Ok Sparky, have it your way. I'll respect your

wishes.

Sparky: Where's George? Do we have to wait for him to eat?

Aaron: Yes, he's bringing the salad.

Sparky: OK. Got any snacks?

Aaron: I think so, let me check.

(knock at the door)Aaron answers the door.

Aaronexclaiming) George! My God! What happened to you?

Georgecrying) I was just out minding my own business, following this

little
girl, and all the sudden, wham! Her Dad must have seen me and punched

me. I had
just asked if she wanted some candy too. I think I could have had her.

Then the
Dad pulled out of the window of my Pacer, and beat me some more. I

think he
dislocated my shoulder too.

Sparky: Can we eat now?

Aaron: Sparky, can't you see George is hurt? Go get one of the steaks

for
George's black eyes. And while you're in the kitchen Sparky, get some

ice for
his broken nose and busted lip too.

Sparky: OK, but I ain't eating the steak that you use on George's eyes!

Aaron: OK, whatever!

(Sparky spends fully 5 minutes trying to figure out which steak is the
smallest, so he can have the biggest.then finally he returns)

Aaron: God Sparky! Why did you take a bite out of it? It's raw, for

Christ's
sake!

Sparkyunintelligible mumbling caused by mouthful of raw steak)

Aarongrabs steak from Sparky and applies it to George's eyes) There

now
George. Is that better? Aaron knows how to make you feel better,

doesn't he?

George: Yes Aaron, it's much better now. Thanks, you know I bruise

easily.

Aaron: Hey Sparky, light the grill.

Sparky: Hey, those steaks ain't half bad raw! Do we really need to cook

them?

Aaron: My God Sparky! Sometimes you act like a Neanderthal! Light the

damn
grill!

(Sparky goes out back, turns on the gas, clicks the igniter repeatedly,

nothing
happens. Goes back inside for matches and returns)

Aaronjust as Sparky lights the match) NO! STOP!

(loud explosion)

Sparky: (screaming) I'm on fire! Somebody help me!

(Sparky runs back through the house with his beard on fire, screaming

for help.
Aaron and George race behind him with teacups filled with water)

To Be Continued








Funny! I can almost picture it happening!


Appears I ****ed someone off. Oh well, you only found out when I admitted
it. AKC intelligence must be an oxymoron.