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FAT!!!!!
Topic Started: Jan 8 2009, 01:14 AM (60 Views)
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Blast!1 That Disco Ninja is at it again!
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So there I was back during Thanksgiving in 2008. Staring at the computer screen. Wading through all the useless crap that you can find on Ebay. Then I found it. The one item that served as my perrsonal Holy Grail. I've spend ten long years hunting it down. having my mom drive me to wrestling fan conventions, tracking it via the internet. Everything. Ten years, I've wasted my life trying to find this one item. I'm about to place my sniping bid to make sure no gets it, but I hear something from upstairs.

Frank's Mom: Franklin! Time for dinner!

FAT: I'll be up in a second Mom, just finishing up something down here.

Frank's Mom: Hurry up or your casarole will get cold!

I hope it's tuna, that's my favorite. But anyway, I place the bid. and I won. I can finally quit my job as the assistant manager at the UPS Store. I can finally begin to realize my dream. I'm finally am going to get it. I'm going to get it! Screw what them snot nosed little kids think on X Box Live. It still exsists. I'm so going to pwn them tonight anyway once I get done with dinner. I begin to make my way upstairs. When I sit down at the table, I take a breath before eating Mom's dinner. She made Tuna Casarole! She knows me sooo well.

Frank's Mom: Weren't ya know... playing with yourself down there/

FAT: MOM! We're having dinner! And now, I found what I looking for the last ten years.

Frank's Mom: I don't have to drive you all those wrestling fan boy shows anymore. My God, couldn't they at least shower or something?

That reminds I should take one sometime, maybe next weekend.

After having yet another boring conversation with my mom at dinner. I head back to my lair, my command center. And flip on the 360. Putting in Halo 2, 3 sucks, everyone knows it. All I ever hear from them damn kids is how much it sucks and Call of Duty is soo much better. Noobs. I swear to God, I need to frag their sorry asses back to hell. I get bored waiting for a match to start so I log off and just stare blankly. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz............................


****** Sixteen hours later*******

I had the day off and Mom tossed a large package down to me. I take it and open it up. I must have felt like a million bucks when I opened that box. The purple plactic wrap covered Stormtropper helment, the black tights. I smile really big.

Next week, I'm making mom drive me to SCW to finally do my dream job, professional wrestler.

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