Lime Green Jellow Thread

“Sage leans over, grabs the joint "nice find!" and looks at mel "what gravity?" Sage looks down at Tarpie, smells the beer, and starts licking the beer off Tarp Rat. "Wait, somethings wrong here!" Sage jumps up, takes a hit, grabs a 12 pack of beer, and saunters off in search of her top. "I know I was wearing one when I came in here!" Sage finds the pool "Oooh, yeah, baby" dives in and nuzzles up to the guy with the long brown curly hair. Sighing in contentment, she wonders, "where's Explorer? and where's my damn top?"”

“I think I saw Nomad wearing it...singing some damn Melloncamp song!”

“Tarpie wakes up, feels all tingly inside, and starts singing, "I was born in a small towne, and I can breath in a small towne, prolly die in a small towne...."”

“Then tarpie realizes someone took his G#@ Damn Joint, and goes on a drug induced rampage!”

“Sage looks up and sees Tarpie raging around the house. "uh-oh" she thinks. Quickly dashing around the side of the house, she finds Nomad "thanks man" dons her top, singing at the top of her lungs "lil ditty bout Jack and Diane" Stops short in the front yard, and gasps{} what is mel doing?!?!?!”

“It?s been a long night. America?s highways never rest. Lost on some indescript road in some backwater town The Great White Shark finally dies with a ghastly thump and thick plumes of smoke. Sitting in the car I hear the faint sound of Stairway to Heaven mixed with squeals much like rats being tossed around in a blender emanating from a house across the street. I need to use the phone to call my lawyer. Gotta fend of these goddamn bats first. Circling around the car in some king hell orgy of blood lust intent on picking the flesh of that poor bastard hitchhiker in the back. Damn kid shouldn?t have been on the highway if she couldn?t handle the drugs. I was glad when she passed out though. Kept mumbling some incoherent bulls&*t about Timone and Pumba and some god-awful trip to Oregon.

Looking in the trunk I find the shinny metal bottle and an old rag. This ought to fix those flying rodents. Spilling the contents onto the rag and inhaling deeply the Ether does its job as the bats high tail it back to the hellish desert from whence they came. With the jitters of the hallucinogenics tapered by the Ether buzz I feel ready to face the grim reality that may lie behind the door. Bursting in the weirdness returns and I inexplicably find myself screaming, ?WHERE?S THE GODDAMN GRAPEFRUITS!?”

“who's up for body shots?”

“Tarpie stops and says, "Like who's house is this anyway man"!”

“Where is that dang SARboy! I thought we was supposed to have a leg wraslin match in the jello pool! EIEIEIEIEIEIEI! (that is Pamster the Jel-O Queen) doing a Xena yell. Couldn't you tell?

Skiracer! Did you remember the single malt? There's nothing like chasing spiked Jel-O shots with a good single malt!

Nomad: Just you remember boy, you can pick your friends but you can't pick your friends nose!”

“'joint' for the j-files”

“Nomad scratches his head in confusement, after just having sage's top ripped from to top of his head by an unseen blurr of hot young flesh streaking past, singing something about some dude named Jack, and Diane dribbling off those Bobby Brooks an let me do what I please..

Then, looking into the distance towards the lime green jello pool, he spots AmyG, slipping off her...”

“PAAAAMMMMMSTER

Looking around she sees SARBoy slumped over the edge on the far corner of the pool.

Where the hell have you been? he asks.

Pamster dives in the pool with her best Xena yell, and the match commences.”

“Where was the jello when my truck caught on fire?”