Post by heyjackkerouac on Jul 13, 2007 11:07:35 GMT -6
It is the middle of the night. Somewhere. Eddie Jones is wearing a lot of black clothing and a big pair of sunglasses. He is sneaking around in a parking lot, looking for something. How he can miss it, I’m not sure, because his target is Buddy Love’s Winnebago. But somehow, it takes a few passes of the parking lot to find what he’s looking for. All I can hear in my head right now is Bono:
“Cause I still haven’t found, what I’m looking for.”
Anyway, back to Eddie. He finally has found the Winnebago and whatever he is going to do there, I am not sure. It seems a little devious, if I do say so myself. Anyway, he makes a circle around the Winnebago from a distance, before moving in. No one is outside, so it’s assumed that Buddy Love is asleep from a hard night of wine coolers. Eddie moves around to the right front tire…[/color]
Eddie: Let’s see him get to Maine after this.
Eddie takes out a big hunting knife and attempts to pop the tire. However, he finds it difficult going. Eventually, he resorts to the old hack away method,which turns out to be fairly effective. After doing one tire, Eddie stops to catch his breath. He then moves on to the left front tire. Again, this tire is hard to slash and after some doing, Eddie manages to get the tire cut open. He again pauses to catch his breath before moving on.[/color]
Eddie: This shit’s harder than one would think it is.
He goes on to the left rear and starts hacking away before he hears some noises coming from the Winnebago. He quickly sneaks off before anyone can find him. As he is walking down the street, he realizes that he left the knife sticking in the left rear tire. He quickly rushes back and grabs the knife before anyone finds it. This time, he runs off down the street and back to his motel room. Where he takes off his dark clothes and gets into bed. No one will be suspicious of him. Come on now, he’s only wrestling Buddy Love this weekend. No reason at all to pop his tires. No motive there, at all.[/color]
“Cause I still haven’t found, what I’m looking for.”
Anyway, back to Eddie. He finally has found the Winnebago and whatever he is going to do there, I am not sure. It seems a little devious, if I do say so myself. Anyway, he makes a circle around the Winnebago from a distance, before moving in. No one is outside, so it’s assumed that Buddy Love is asleep from a hard night of wine coolers. Eddie moves around to the right front tire…[/color]
Eddie: Let’s see him get to Maine after this.
Eddie takes out a big hunting knife and attempts to pop the tire. However, he finds it difficult going. Eventually, he resorts to the old hack away method,which turns out to be fairly effective. After doing one tire, Eddie stops to catch his breath. He then moves on to the left front tire. Again, this tire is hard to slash and after some doing, Eddie manages to get the tire cut open. He again pauses to catch his breath before moving on.[/color]
Eddie: This shit’s harder than one would think it is.
He goes on to the left rear and starts hacking away before he hears some noises coming from the Winnebago. He quickly sneaks off before anyone can find him. As he is walking down the street, he realizes that he left the knife sticking in the left rear tire. He quickly rushes back and grabs the knife before anyone finds it. This time, he runs off down the street and back to his motel room. Where he takes off his dark clothes and gets into bed. No one will be suspicious of him. Come on now, he’s only wrestling Buddy Love this weekend. No reason at all to pop his tires. No motive there, at all.[/color]