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  **** a SCUMDOG ENTERTAINMENT production, Vol.2, Issue 2 -- 08/14/2005 ****
             **** http://www.scumdogentertainment.com/tardz/ ****

            "The Next Episode - Volume 777:  Rainbow Brite Chunks"
                                 by Migedy

Ok, so all of us have been to the video store on the weekend with our friends
or family and have been able to point out that one kid.  You know, the one
runt that decides he/she couldn't get enough on the playground throughout
their normal week at school, so they have to exert an overabundance of energy
in public while mom and dad ignore it.

Well, on a busy Friday night, this special little girl decides that before she
is going to become Reagan from _The Exorcist_, she will politely approach her
mother with a box of Sour Twisty Straws.  The blueberry kind.  Oh yeah.

So she does her routine of enducing a small seizure until mom opens the
package for her.  Mom, the inbred - doesn't respect anything other than her
tatoo of her 56th boyfriend on her back - woman decides she is going to open
the package without paying for it.  Stop me now if you've heard the rest...the
package goes empty before they reach the end of the alphabet on the wall of
new releases.  Rainbow Brite then decides to start using the fixtures to
practice her gymnastics.  One cartwheel leads to another, which leads to a
mysterious foul odor I am checking out down by the Horror section.

Now, off the clock and out of uniform I would have kicked the little girl back
into it.  But the gentleman that I am, I made her clean it up as I got the
third degree from the mother that, mind you, has NOT EVEN PAID FOR THE DAMN
CANDY!  So, I'm thinking, "Why not?"  Let's do some old-fashioned damaged
control and make this family's night.  After me and Brite finish un-smocking 
from our hazardous waste attire I decide to check them out and grab the 
empty package that she nonchalantly left in the Childrens' section of the
store.

I remember it going something like this: " That'll be $9.65."

"$9.65? We only rented 2 movies and I KNOW we don't have late fees!"

"You don't, I charged you for the Sour Twisty Straws your daughter decided to
make artwork out of her mouth with on my carpet.  Have a nice night, trash!"

--- No. 778 - COMING SOON ---

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by Migedy / migedy@hotmail.com
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