Re: Paragraph 1 LOL!!!!!

Posted by Blue Boy from byu-edgix.byu.edu on January 23, 2001 at 17:30:51:

In Reply to: Paragraph 1 posted by Austin Powers on January 22, 2001 at 01:46:58:

: Indy stumbled up the steps of the plane. He knew he shouldn't have finished off that bottle of Scotch, but he was celebrating. It wasn't every day that an archaeology professor was given the "First Annual Montomery Burns Achievement Award For The Field Of Excellence". He was so tickled to have received this award and his head was still filled with dillusions of grandure the morning after. He found his seat of the rickety old Sun Country plane and plopped down. The stewardess asked if he wanted any Clear Pepsi, but Indy declined. He reclined his chair the full eighth of an inch and tugged his hat low over his eyes.

: When he woke up the plane was landing and people were already budging towards the front, in anticipation of exiting. Indy grabbed his carry-on bag, which was filled with a portable CD player and every Ricky Martin CD ever produced. He slung his carry-on bag over his shoulder and exited the plane. He got lost in the airport and suddenly realized that this wasn't Dulles International Airport in Washington, DC....this was some cheap-ass airport in Washington State.

: Indy's cab pulled up at the Motel 6 and Indy hopped out. The motel was on the outskirts of the little Washington town and was surrounded on three sides by huge pine trees and forest. At the desk the 400 lb. clerk gave Indy a key and told Pepe, the bellboy, to carry Indy's luggage to his room. Inside the room Indy handed Pepe a nickel and told him to get the hell outta here. As soon as Pepe left the room Indiana let out one hell of a ripper. He thought for a second that the windows might shatter. He let out a few more until his eyes were watering so bad he could hardly see. Indy sat down on the bed and took off his shoes and socks and proceeded to make fists with his toes on the carpet----oops, wrong character. After watching a couple hours of the Spice channel Indiana heard a rustling noise in his bathroom. It got consistently louder and sounded almost animal-like. Indy pulled his gun from his bag and crept towards the bathroom. He figured he'd bag himself a nice juicy squirrel and save on food money. He crept closer and kicked open the door. To Indy's amazement there was no squirrel in the bathroom. The source of the sound frightened Indy to his core. He saw a 7-foot yeti in his bathroom shavin' its armpits. Indy screamed like a teenage girl at an 'NSync concert and dashed into the hallway.

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: : Indy stumbled up the steps of the plane. He knew he shouldn't have finished off that bottle of Scotch, but he was celebrating. It wasn't every day that an archaeology professor was given the "First Annual Montomery Burns Achievement Award For The Field Of Excellence". He was so tickled to have received this award and his head was still filled with dillusions of grandure the morning after. He found his seat of the rickety old Sun Country plane and plopped down. The stewardess asked if he wanted any Clear Pepsi, but Indy declined. He reclined his chair the full eighth of an inch and tugged his hat low over his eyes.

: : When he woke up the plane was landing and people were already budging towards the front, in anticipation of exiting. Indy grabbed his carry-on bag, which was filled with a portable CD player and every Ricky Martin CD ever produced. He slung his carry-on bag over his shoulder and exited the plane. He got lost in the airport and suddenly realized that this wasn't Dulles International Airport in Washington, DC....this was some cheap-ass airport in Washington State.

: : Indy's cab pulled up at the Motel 6 and Indy hopped out. The motel was on the outskirts of the little Washington town and was surrounded on three sides by huge pine trees and forest. At the desk the 400 lb. clerk gave Indy a key and told Pepe, the bellboy, to carry Indy's luggage to his room. Inside the room Indy handed Pepe a nickel and told him to get the hell outta here. As soon as Pepe left the room Indiana let out one hell of a ripper. He thought for a second that the windows might shatter. He let out a few more until his eyes were watering so bad he could hardly see. Indy sat down on the bed and took off his shoes and socks and proceeded to make fists with his toes on the carpet----oops, wrong character. After watching a couple hours of the Spice channel Indiana heard a rustling noise in his bathroom. It got consistently louder and sounded almost animal-like. Indy pulled his gun from his bag and crept towards the bathroom. He figured he'd bag himself a nice juicy squirrel and save on food money. He crept closer and kicked open the door. To Indy's amazement there was no squirrel in the bathroom. The source of the sound frightened Indy to his core. He saw a 7-foot yeti in his bathroom shavin' its armpits. Indy screamed like a teenage girl at an 'NSync concert and dashed into the hallway.

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