Post by TFP on Nov 8, 2008 22:56:50 GMT -4
Bob walks out of the bathroom with shampoo suds on his mask and soap suds on his body. He used the soap, he did indeed, but I don't think that he washed it all off. I hope he enjoys having extremely dry skin on Valentine's Day, because it's going to suck, especially if he gets a date that will speak to him. He notices PJ lying on his bedroom floor, passed out and surrounded by liquid that has a strong scent. Bob looks over PJ and kicks him in the ribs. PJ opens his eyes and starts to rub them.
PJ Curtis: "Ah! Stinging sensation everywhere."
Bob Pocket: "You're drunk, man."
PJ Curtis: "No, I'm just hurting."
Bob grabs the dress-shirt and tuxedo top that PJ threw onto the ground and he puts them on. PJ sighs and grabs something else from his closet, putting it over himself. Looking in the mirror, he investigates his pimple and notices that it has shrunk a lot. He celebrates by jumping off the wall and doing a cannonball onto his antique coffee table. Bob sprays some Febreeze on his armpits and chest for bodyspray since the two like to smell like Vanilla flowers and things of the like. Going to his computer, PJ types in "Google.com" on his browser and starts to search for "pick-up lines". After coming across a site loaded with them, he grins from ear to ear and prints all ten pages of them.
PJ Curtis: "I'd say that this is going to be our greatest day ever, Bob."
Bob Pocket: "You really think so?"
PJ Curtis: "Yes, believe me. Now let's go and hit the clubs."
Entering their car, PJ pulls out of the driveway and stops his car in the middle of the road. He looks at Bob and Bob looks at him, then they give eachother the nod. Grabbing a CD that is on the floor, Bob inserts it into the CD player and cranks the bass and pumps the volume.
What is love?
Baby don't hurt me,
Don't hurt me.
No more.
Baby don't hurt me,
Don't hurt me.
No more.
What is love?
Oh, I don't know.
Why you're not fair.
I give you my love,
But you don't care.
So what is right?
And what is wrong?
Give me a sign.
PJ Curtis: "Ah! Stinging sensation everywhere."
Bob Pocket: "You're drunk, man."
PJ Curtis: "No, I'm just hurting."
Bob grabs the dress-shirt and tuxedo top that PJ threw onto the ground and he puts them on. PJ sighs and grabs something else from his closet, putting it over himself. Looking in the mirror, he investigates his pimple and notices that it has shrunk a lot. He celebrates by jumping off the wall and doing a cannonball onto his antique coffee table. Bob sprays some Febreeze on his armpits and chest for bodyspray since the two like to smell like Vanilla flowers and things of the like. Going to his computer, PJ types in "Google.com" on his browser and starts to search for "pick-up lines". After coming across a site loaded with them, he grins from ear to ear and prints all ten pages of them.
PJ Curtis: "I'd say that this is going to be our greatest day ever, Bob."
Bob Pocket: "You really think so?"
PJ Curtis: "Yes, believe me. Now let's go and hit the clubs."
Entering their car, PJ pulls out of the driveway and stops his car in the middle of the road. He looks at Bob and Bob looks at him, then they give eachother the nod. Grabbing a CD that is on the floor, Bob inserts it into the CD player and cranks the bass and pumps the volume.
What is love?
Baby don't hurt me,
Don't hurt me.
No more.
Baby don't hurt me,
Don't hurt me.
No more.
What is love?
Oh, I don't know.
Why you're not fair.
I give you my love,
But you don't care.
So what is right?
And what is wrong?
Give me a sign.