09-06-2006, 06:33 AM
Code:
Iced-T
Another novella By James Kinney (still not gay)
There was a loud crash as the tequila bottle hit the floor. âDonât be a damn fool, get me some booze I said, not tequila, tequila is the devil.â In complete and utter shock, the bar tender got Mr. T another drink. This time he made it a margarita. Man, margaritas are fucking awesome. Unfortunately though the bar tender didnât realize margaritas had tequila in them, poor bastard. Seriously, how the fuck did he even graduate from bar tending school. This guy is a total and complete idiot. Anyway: âDamn fool! I said booze!â before the bar tender even had a chance to correct his mistake, Mr. T had already stabbed him a bunch of times in the trachea. Cool.
âWhat I got to do to get some booze up in here!â exclaimed Mr. T while exciting a duck. Donât ask. Little did he know that across the room, Antonio Banderes was womanizing with a few ducks of his own. Sitting ducks that is! Well, sitting ducks in the sense that they were powerless over his dashing good looks and Latino charm. But one of them was a duck too. What the fuck is up with these ducks anyway? âLadies, ladiesâ¦..youâre ladies right? Right then. Laaadies!â said Antonio Bandares. âThereâs plenty of me to go around.â Which simply was not true, because (and get this), Heâs a glass of Iced Tea!!! Oooh!
Just then, Mr. T walks over and sees Mr. Bandares. What Mr. T doesnât know is that Mr. Bandares is in that tall, frostâ¦gorgeously handsome and tall glass of tea that is chilled. Iced if you will. âGonna drink this! Cause itâs infront of me! Thatâs what Iâm gonna do fools, aint nobody gonna call T a liar, YOU CALLIN T A LIAR?! Thatâs right, I drink it now!â as if he really fuckin talked like that. If he were reading this he would just be incredibly pissed. Like, so pissed, he might turn red or something. Thatâs how pissed he would be. So anyway he drinks it.
Later that night, Mr. T woke in a fright. âDonât feel right, it was the drink! Said the Tea is whats killin T!â hahahaha, that was so stupid. Really fuckin stupid. Anyway. He goes back to bed. And when he wakes up, itâs not Mr. T who wakes up. Itâs Antonio Bandares trapped in Mr. Tâs body! Oh no! so I guess what Iâm getting at here is that Antonio Bandares could be a 7 foot tall black man if he somehow became a glass of iced tea first. I hate myself.
Epilouge!
Shut up!
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