Attempted Murder!
Posted: Fri Jan 30, 2004 3:15 am
Well, Muao Dib was apparently pissed at Ho. You see, unbeknownst to me and Ray, HO has been tripple timing us with Batguano. It appears that Muao Dib walked in on Ho and Batguano...umm...how shall I say, in flagrante delicto? pink sock city? Do you get my drift? Anyhoo, she took her satanic beast lobo the killer feline and snuck off to hatch a plan of revenge. Through tear stained eyes she saw a marvelous sight...a plan. In the window of a campus book store was an old Agatha Christie book...the Orient Express. Muao Dib recalled a scene of poison and thus developed an idea to dispose of Ho.
At dinner tonight, Muao Dib, Batguano, Miarock, Artsay, Ho and I were having sushi at a cool little Jap place. Well, after a beer, Ho and I got a little punchy...and at the first sign of weakness, Muao Dib pounced. Muao dared Ho to eat a quarter-sized splotch of wasabi. Ho, idiot that he is, was game. Before we could pool our money to encourage him to do it, he choked down the entire splotch. Ho laughed manaically thinking that he had foiled Muao Dib's plot. Then, his face turned red and he started to shake. He grasped the table as his knees went weak and looked to Muao in askance. He started to seize and began puking flourescent green foam. Then, we noticed a horrid smell and a brown puddle formed underneath...liquified shit. Ho was done for. As Muao Dib cackled and unveiled her dastardly plan to unsuspecting batguaon, we called an ambulance.
Ho is fine. The doctor's office kept him overnight and my attempts to have him committed to the psych ward were unsuccessful...sigh. I'll try again tomorrow. But Muao Dib...you failed...you failed miserably.
Hey, Anyone want to buy a trad rack before tomorrow? I've got a sweet one ready to go. PM me...quick!
At dinner tonight, Muao Dib, Batguano, Miarock, Artsay, Ho and I were having sushi at a cool little Jap place. Well, after a beer, Ho and I got a little punchy...and at the first sign of weakness, Muao Dib pounced. Muao dared Ho to eat a quarter-sized splotch of wasabi. Ho, idiot that he is, was game. Before we could pool our money to encourage him to do it, he choked down the entire splotch. Ho laughed manaically thinking that he had foiled Muao Dib's plot. Then, his face turned red and he started to shake. He grasped the table as his knees went weak and looked to Muao in askance. He started to seize and began puking flourescent green foam. Then, we noticed a horrid smell and a brown puddle formed underneath...liquified shit. Ho was done for. As Muao Dib cackled and unveiled her dastardly plan to unsuspecting batguaon, we called an ambulance.
Ho is fine. The doctor's office kept him overnight and my attempts to have him committed to the psych ward were unsuccessful...sigh. I'll try again tomorrow. But Muao Dib...you failed...you failed miserably.
Hey, Anyone want to buy a trad rack before tomorrow? I've got a sweet one ready to go. PM me...quick!
