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fandomtownies2007-09-13 10:27 am
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If you don't laugh at him, he'll give you half off the cost of nuts. Which would be 5 cents. How cool is that?
And watch the seagulls. George Michael stares at them alot.
On his lunch break, Leo headed out for food, and, did not a double, not a triple, nay, a quadruple take, at George.
George Michael waved his hand at the older guy with bushy hair.
I have two bananas in my fridge right now. HERE. GO CRAZY.
But are they chocolate bananas? Hmmmmm?
No. *pouts* But these posts have left me wishing they were so bad all week. All your fault.
*evil lil snickers*
I've never had a chocolate covered banana myself. Don't even know where the crap to get one.
I've never had a chocolate covered banana myself. Don't even know where the crap to get one.
Mary was all about supporting the local businesses. Besides, she had to stop once she saw the banana costume.
The banana had arms! "Woah!"
"What?" George Michael was sweating to death.
"Hello, Miss Connell," George Michael said, embarrassed to be caught in the banana suit in front of her.
"Hi! Call me Mary. No one calls me Miss Connell," she said with a grin. "Wow, look at you! I like the costume."
"You... you do?" he asked, sweating terribly. "It's kind of hot in here."
Mary giggled. "I bet. Are you going to wear that all day?"
"I don't think so. It wouldn't be good for business if the manager fell over from heat stroke. Someone might steal my bananas."
"Definitely not a good idea," agreed Mary. "Although on the plus side you won't get any complaints about the guy in the costume. I hired a mascot once for my casino back in Vegas and it was a total disaster."
"Oh? You own a casino?" He wondered if her breasts were real.
It talked!!! "Uh, hey Man." Leo said, starting to remember that, weird things happen in this town all the time. "How's it goin?"
"Nope, but I'm a Las Vegas native so I've been working in casinos just about forever," said Mary. "I started out as a casino host, then became their events director and finally became general manager of the resort until I had to leave."
There was nothing fake about Mary.
There was nothing fake about Mary.
"Wow." he said, amazed. "You get around."
"Not really," she admitted. "Up until a few years ago, I'd never even left Las Vegas. This is the farthest I've ever been away from home."
"Hello," he said politely. "I'm hot. Would you like a banana?"
"Me too. I'm from California." George Michael did not want to talk about his home because that would lead to talking about his family and he was already hot enough.
"Do you want a banana?"
"Do you want a banana?"
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