Monday, April 11, 2005
I need a bambulance!
Through the muted vastness of the baby food, the struggling office Estrada heard the sound of screetching tires and the whir of a police siren. The manbaby releases his pressure on Estrada and ducks out of sight. The officer, responding to the call for back-up, steps out of his cruiser.
He is dressed in tight fitting shorty pants. He dresses this way to combat the `bitchin' heat' or so he says. People on the force call him "Dangle" based off some character in a T.V. show. It doesn't bother him much, but then again, he's never seen the show.
He runs over to his fellow officer in distress and pulls him out of the slop. Estrada still has the bib around his neck. As he coughs up the pune's, he asks, while trying to recapture his breath, "Did... you... see... where... he... went?"
Dangle looks around to see if he can find the perp.
He is dressed in tight fitting shorty pants. He dresses this way to combat the `bitchin' heat' or so he says. People on the force call him "Dangle" based off some character in a T.V. show. It doesn't bother him much, but then again, he's never seen the show.
He runs over to his fellow officer in distress and pulls him out of the slop. Estrada still has the bib around his neck. As he coughs up the pune's, he asks, while trying to recapture his breath, "Did... you... see... where... he... went?"
Dangle looks around to see if he can find the perp.
# posted by Brian @ 4/11/2005 06:30:00 PM 
