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Two months later nothing interesting had happened.
"I know," said Numf to anybody that wanted to listen, " why don't we go on an adventure somewhere? We could go looking for some buried treasure, or the E-lickser of Life. Oooh, now that sounds like fun. Who wants to come along?"
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Sonnie Boy happened to be passing (though what he was passing will have to remain a secret - for medical reasons and this should try to remain child friendly -ish ) and overheard Numf chattering away to himself...
"Hey Numf, you talking to yourself? I know it isn't your imaginary friend you're speaking to as he committed suicide didn't he... so are you bored or something?"
Sonnie stops to scratch his magnifent mane of dyed blond hair as Numf finishes slurping his beer...
Sonnie continues:
"I'm a bit bored too y'know so how about we try to resolve that Great Last Unsolved Mystery? That should be fun."
Numf sighed and said "But I don't want the secret of the addictive properties of Rowies to ever be explained...it'll ruin the pleasure I'm shoor...."
"No, not that one, The Great Last Unsolved Mystery I mean is none othr than......
<<<<that's YOUR cue to write something now!> Where would you like to send Numf and Sonnie to? And of course whoever else yu can be arsed roping into this story... >>>>
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It's already been established that Numf inherited a trunk from one of his many fathers DNA - probably one of the banana splits so he probably qualifies, and as I'm his brother (really!!) I'd rather not explore that option... iccckkkk!. Though if it's not Numf then I'm always up for some voyerism... I mean adventures...
[ August 06, 2004, 09:48 AM: Message edited by: Sonnie Bloke ]
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...is none other than the one about everyone unable to ever have sex again when that bomb hits Legion World."
"What?!" said Numf quickly.
"Yeah, you remember! It was launched months ago! What ever happened to it?"
"Sonnie, hold on! We never stopped it? It's supposed to hit...um...let me see...times two...carry the four...HOLY SHIT! It's supposed to hit today!"
"Shit!" said Sonnie. "Well? What are we waiting for?! Let's go get...
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quote:Originally posted by Sonnie Bloke: It's already been established that Numf inherited a trunk from one of his many fathers DNA - probably one of the banana splits so he probably qualifies, and as I'm his brother (really!!) I'd rather not explore that option... iccckkkk!. Though if it's not Numf then I'm always up for some voyerism... I mean adventures...
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"Yeah, a trunk. It was the one that they kept all their spare hats and stuff in," said Numf. "But we've only got 14 minutes to save the earth....."
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"I've got £4.50 in my sporran if that'll help? I was saving up for a crate of Tennents Lager, but if it's going to help save the world then I'll gladly hand it over," said Numf.
"See, I told you he was a daft bastard," said Sonnie.
"So, where's Domestos Gordon when we need him to save the world?" asked Numf.
"That's Flash," added Miss Terious.
"Well, you're better with domestic cleaning products than I am," said Numf, milliseconds before receiving his well earned clip round the lug'ole.
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"No, you well-hung lummox! In my vision I saw that the only way to divert the bomb's attack on Legion World is for someone to manipulate the bomb's large side-mounted lever.
It will require intense personal muscular control to maneuver such a large lever.
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“Let me come with you. I’ll give you a hand – at least I’ll help you if you need me to. I’d heard that you’re the expert lever puller around here. And it’s been said that you’re not adverse to giving it a right good tug if it’s hard,” said Numf. “That’s right, isn’t it Cobie?”
Cobie blushed. He had forgotten that Numf doesn’t understand single, let alone double entendres.
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We'll take my ship! Though it's a 2-seater, it's the fastest ship available! With Sonnie piloting, I alternate sitting on the laps of both Cobie and Numf - all the while flexing my muscles for the task at hand!
There is a somber tone aboard the ship. If we fail, Legion World becomes sterile but the bomb's unique radiation could still mutate us - new powers or gross defects - too many factors to calculate!
Elsewhere in the space/time continuum Eddie Tor looks down from on high and smiles. His attention had been drawn elsewhere (a different elsewhere, not the elsewhere he currently occupies) for the past few months as he struggled mightily with strange and bizarre concepts that had invaded his personal version of reality. But now, just as it seemed that those concepts have been brought under control (or at least held at bay temporarily) a new batch of story threads have appeared in the “On-Going Adventures of the LMBP” (well, okay. One new story thread but he has new hope) the smile broadens and deepens as his intercom lights begin flashing.
“Trixie, pull up yer panties and gets yer woithless butt in here! We gots woik ta do!”
**Quaalude Wears Off**
-------------------- Just an Old, Broke-Down, Drunk, Bum!!
With a Power Ring...
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