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- From: boutell@cshl.org (Tom Boutell)
- Newsgroups: talk.bizarre
- Subject: My Homework
- Message-ID: <1992Aug13.153333.1009@cshl.org>
- Date: 13 Aug 92 15:33:33 GMT
- References: <1992Aug12.222019.24149@kakwa.ucs.ualberta.ca>
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- Organization: Cold Spring Harbor Laboratory
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- In article <1992Aug12.222019.24149@kakwa.ucs.ualberta.ca> aaron@space.ualberta.ca writes:
- >
- >For Tom Boutell:
- >
- >Wire Patchwork Trade Hand
- >Must take place on the Love Boat (or Fantasy Island--what the heck).
- >
- ><feeling weird...>
-
- The captain had realized for quite some time that they were on
- the passenger manifest for this cruise. He'd simply put off
- dealing with it. It's not easy to face the fact that
- Cher and Jello Biafra are about to board your ship, and
- at your last encounter each had offered marriage.
-
- Yet there he was, down at the gangplank, cheerfully welcoming his
- passengers aboard. "Why, hello, Mrs. Incontinentia. yes, I'm
- certain you'll have a lovely cruise."
-
- "OH, IT SHOULD BE RO - MAAAAN - TIC!" Mrs. Incontinentia crushed
- him in a violent hug. "Just like TEL - E - VISION!"
-
- Years of practice allowed him to distract himself from the patchwork
- of varicose veins - on her face, that is - and turn to the next
- passenger while suppressing the gag reflex. "Hel - *lo*,
- my dear. Welcome back to our vessel."
-
- Cher adjusted her spandex. She was wearing what appeared to be
- three thin swaths of fabric connected by wires. In the absence
- of evidence to the contrary the captain wisely assumed they
- were electrified. He did his best to avoid pondering the location
- of the battery.
-
- "Cut the crap, balding boy. Last time you walked out without
- answering me. This time I'll be at sea with you for two whole
- *weeks.*" She growled and rubbed herself against his leg. He felt
- like a fire hydrant.
-
- "Later, dear," he whispered conspiriatorily, mentally cursing
- Julie for having failed to bring the kennel crunchies he'd
- requested from ship's stores that morning.
-
- Suddenly there was a loud thump at the gangplank as a figure in
- torn clothing with a T - shirt making obscure English slang
- references to male anatomy clomped aboard. "The LOOOOOVVVEE
- BOAT!!! California UEBER ALLES!"
-
- Biafra was plowed. Again.
-
- He sidled up to the captain, shook his hand and proceeded to shake
- the rest of his extremities.
-
- "Hey, aren't you - "
-
- "Hey, aren't you that no - talent punk sonofabitch?"
-
- "Yeah? Yeah? Well you're a third - rate cutesy - television - show
- spandex - grandmother battleship - humping time - turn - backing
- sushi - puking - "
-
- "Isn't that George Bush?"
-
- "Right. Sorry," Biafra muttered. "I've been too political lately."
-
- Cher released the captain's leg. He made a run for it.
-
- She attached herself to Biafra's quivering mass. "hey there, big
- boy, I'll have you know this is one spandex grandmother who can
- still battleship - hump." She dragged him off to the lovely deck
- where most of the love scenes were generally shot, doing her
- best to ignore the 10,000 - watt television bulbs. "I got you, babe."
-
-
- What more is there to say? The captain traded himself for
- Jello Biafra, Jello took Cher's hand in marriage, and Tom got
- out of this story with only minor ego damage. Oh well, I never
- read followups anyway. I'm also a masochist. Another assignment,
- pretty please, otherwise I'll do work, and heaven knows we wouldn't
- want THAT.
-
-
- --
- Tom Boutell, boutell@cshl.org
-
- Clausthaler is the best non - alcoholic beer in the known universe.
-