The gun was held up to her beloved chiwawa's

The gun was held up to her beloved chiwawa's head, finger on trigger and ready. Should she just accept his proposal of marriage after all? Oh, it was all too awful.
Then, suddenly, she pulled an AK47 out from under her bustle and took aim at the dirty bastard's face. "Unhand the chihuahua or die, you f*cking meat-bag!" She meant business.
Unfortunately when she pulled the trigger a little red flag came out with the word "pow" on it. Old Dirty Bastard smiled. He said, "What this is basically is mad boy hip hop," then
drew a large, menacing bazooka from his back pocket. It was emblazoned with the "ACME Corp." logo along the side. She knew that running would be futile. Instead, she prayed to
the ghost of Mel Blanc and drew a hole in the ground with a stick. Then a handle for the hole. She closed her eyes and pulled just as he was about to shoot the bazooka. The hole
became real, and she plunged into its dark depths, finding herself in a luxurious rabbit warren. "The wages of cine," she cried and shattered Bugs's trophies. The bazooka appeared
stale, but still edible. Unwrapping the pink nugget of bubblegum, she stopped a moment to read the cartoon, giggling to herself. Yup, Bazooka Joe was as inane as ever. She wiped
the saliva from her chin, bubblegum always had that effect on her, and tried to think of another topic. She hadn't thought of Joe since the breakup, and she wasn't letting him keep
The troll doll she gave him the school yard. She wanted to tell her
to give her something better to work with than a troll doll, but she just let it go.

Started: 2011-01-18 12:12:44
Finished: 2011-02-22 02:27:07

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