The Sancho And Juicehead666 Random Chat Thread!

but unlike ff, I have an awesome connection

 

Carrie Underwood was worth the wait, though.

 

Didn't feel like it at the time.

I ever tell you my `blonde from St Louis` story?

Sweet of you to say.

 

Meh.

 

blinky was a fun colour.

 

I don't think so. Do tell...

 

You had it all to yourself, though. Pretty soon, there's going to be four of us in there.

 

As we Vikings ever hate each other !

 

Hi guys!!!

 

who's the fourth?

 

Hi hayd!

 

It was Los Angeles, November of 1997. It was wet. Damned wet. El Nino wet. Our story takes place in a travellers hostel in Inglewood. Yes, i said Inglewood. For those outside of LA and the world beyond, South Central was synonymous with ghetto and violence in LA. In LA, Inglewood and Compton were the places to be avoided.

And there we were, a former motel of foreign white folk in the midst. Ironically, it was the foreign part that kept it safe. On the street, no-one ever bothered you, however incongrous a white face in Inglewood may have been. It was like a truce.

Into this surreal setting, we pitch our heroes.

 

Yo!

Jamms

 

*growl*

 

that bastard!

 

Hej Hayd !

 

Hmhm, Ray !

 

I'm in a dilemma between quality and quantity

 

There were many of us in those days. There was Alexa, the girl from Berlin. Greg, the Kiwi from Taupo. A couple from Perth whose name escapes me just now. Thomas from London. Ross the chef, an Australian Jew from Melbourne who loved bacon and taught me how to shave properly. Catherine, the sweet girl from Dublin. And me, young, wide-eyed, pitched into the dangers of the wider world, unbeknowst of the perils and horrors that lay ahead.

But that's another story.

One stormy night, my good friend Ross, the Australian Jew who liked his bacon, set his eyes upon a blonde girl from St Louis. And when i say blonde, i mean really blonde. The sort of blonde where you think the bleach must have seeped through her pores into her brain at some point in her existence, so blonde was she.

Of course, Ross, my Jewish-Australian bacon-eating friend, wanted to get into her knickers.

 

Hello Hayd!