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And
yes another wonderful Tale from the crib. Now it is commonly known that
baseball is one of America's favorite past-times. Well folks, let me
AXE you sumpin, when was the last time you were at a Piza Hut? Well
folks let me inform you of sumpin, for myself and my fellow bar task
crediential refund specialists in the assets financial governing sector
4.56 of GOKO, it has been less than three days since the last time we
were at this fine restaurant known as Pizza Hut. althought i like to
think and refer to it as "da hut," Not to be confused with
"Jabba da hut," who is one fat alien. So after making that
clarification I am going to go lift weights? What? No, no, I'm going
to poop. Not hats not right either, I'm nto chuck, I'm going to tell
you the TALE of the Three Hour Pizza Hut trip. We were at GOKO, well
we're old men who like to sit in recliners and do word searches. No.
not crossword puzzles because they are far too difficult and require
thinking, something us old guys dont to a whole lot of nowadays. Yeh
I can remember back before the war..... well shit it was only 30 cents
to talk dirty to some broad on the phone who was only wearing a bagel
bikini and yes you know where the holes were. EH EH?? Yeh thats right.
Well when I talk diry to a woman today its sexual harassment, when she
talks dirty to me, its 1.95 a minute. (thank you stev.) going on witht
the story you must know that we are regulars at this place Pizza Hut.
Since Criz is so terrible at the typing business and has claimed that
he is too lazy to finish this story, I, Big Daddy, will finish it for
him. I was there, by the way. Now let me tell you. It was the summer
of 2000. Criz, Fizz, and myself were eating at Pizza Hut. In Tahiti,
they started this all-you-can-eat pizza deal for $4.99. It was then
brought to the United States and the three of us participated in the
service. Good pizza, I must say. We make a regular trip there every
weekend and the employees just love us. Except for the manager, who
is a witch that weighs the same as a duck and is going to be burned.
Well, we had much time on our hands that day and decided to spend as
much time as we could in there until we got kicked out. Well, it was
about that time that I heard William Shatner singing a song for Priceline.com
and threw a piece of pizza at him, who was outside in the middle of
the intersection of route 901 and 209. (Am I right on the routes?) Well,
he got hit and fell over crying and there was much rejoicing. [insert
celebration here] So I believe we were reaching the 3 hour mark in there
when we got the idea of making paper airplanes. I believe there was
one made out of a place mat, one out of a napkin, and one made out of
fizz's ear skin. That one flew the best. Well, the witch manager couldn't
take it anymore and kicked us out for immature acts. Huzzah, three hours
in Pizza Hut! Think you can beat us? Go ahead and try! I'll bet you
that you can't! One more thing. Eat more cheese and prosper above all
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