Post by Tommy Shaw on Jul 28, 2007 23:43:26 GMT -5
O.O.C. Just a note to all that read this Tommy is a fictional character and this RP is 4 fun only and not meant to offened. This is 4 the Tommy Shaw character himself who is fictional. On a personal note a strong belief in the Lord has helped me a lot over the last couple years...
Tommy who has been walking all night seemingly in sourch of himself stops in front of church. He looks at the door, tilts head, shrugs his shoulders and makes for the door. He sits in the confisionial and begins to think to himself, when suddenly...
Priest: Speak my son.
TS: Oh, sorry. OK, I just started this new job and it's a good job the hired a clown. A REAL CLOWN! Make-up and all! I HATE CLOWN! It all started when i was five(funky flash back) there i stood in in my cowboy hat, leather vest, plad shirt, and two toy six shooters. I was turning five and want nothin more than a poney, my parents promised me the best birthday party ever. I told my friends of the poney, and on the day of my party i ran outside and came face to with a clown. My dad was no where to be seen.
I turned sixteen and was able to drive. I told my folks i wanted a car. The day of my birthday I had a date with the hottest easiest girl in school if you could drive. She lived across the streetand we to meet later that night. I walked out the door to meet her she walked out her door and no car was to be found. Just a power wheel driven by three clowns wishing me a happy sixteenth birthday. Again my father was no where to be seen.
I turned twenty-one told my folks I wanted my dad to take me to a bar, buy me first drink. Two in the morning I came walkin through the door to my folks house with a case of beer under my arm, an open in my hand, I took a drink...It was like it was yesterday, my mother cring, pleading with my father. I heard their voices in the bathroom. Father: One more show and we'll be set Tommy will never know, I promise. Mother: you've said that for 21 years.
I opened the bathroom door, my mother looked at me it tears then i saw my father dressed as a party clown. He was always at my parties just as the clown. My brother Mike walked down the hall looked me in the face, saw the shock looked at our dad and said: Hey, dad how goes the clownin biz? He knew the whole time. MY FATHER WAS A CLOWN! I HATE CLOWNS!
Um, sir I have a question. There doesnt seem to be any toilet paper over hear could you mayby spare some?
Pogo sticks his head through the divider of the confisional: HE HE HE HE hows it going Tommy old buddy old pal!!
TS: HELL NO!
Tommy takes off goin for the nearest exit.
Pogo looks down in Tommy's confisional and then shouts after: Tommy where you eatin corn...
Tommy who has been walking all night seemingly in sourch of himself stops in front of church. He looks at the door, tilts head, shrugs his shoulders and makes for the door. He sits in the confisionial and begins to think to himself, when suddenly...
Priest: Speak my son.
TS: Oh, sorry. OK, I just started this new job and it's a good job the hired a clown. A REAL CLOWN! Make-up and all! I HATE CLOWN! It all started when i was five(funky flash back) there i stood in in my cowboy hat, leather vest, plad shirt, and two toy six shooters. I was turning five and want nothin more than a poney, my parents promised me the best birthday party ever. I told my friends of the poney, and on the day of my party i ran outside and came face to with a clown. My dad was no where to be seen.
I turned sixteen and was able to drive. I told my folks i wanted a car. The day of my birthday I had a date with the hottest easiest girl in school if you could drive. She lived across the streetand we to meet later that night. I walked out the door to meet her she walked out her door and no car was to be found. Just a power wheel driven by three clowns wishing me a happy sixteenth birthday. Again my father was no where to be seen.
I turned twenty-one told my folks I wanted my dad to take me to a bar, buy me first drink. Two in the morning I came walkin through the door to my folks house with a case of beer under my arm, an open in my hand, I took a drink...It was like it was yesterday, my mother cring, pleading with my father. I heard their voices in the bathroom. Father: One more show and we'll be set Tommy will never know, I promise. Mother: you've said that for 21 years.
I opened the bathroom door, my mother looked at me it tears then i saw my father dressed as a party clown. He was always at my parties just as the clown. My brother Mike walked down the hall looked me in the face, saw the shock looked at our dad and said: Hey, dad how goes the clownin biz? He knew the whole time. MY FATHER WAS A CLOWN! I HATE CLOWNS!
Um, sir I have a question. There doesnt seem to be any toilet paper over hear could you mayby spare some?
Pogo sticks his head through the divider of the confisional: HE HE HE HE hows it going Tommy old buddy old pal!!
TS: HELL NO!
Tommy takes off goin for the nearest exit.
Pogo looks down in Tommy's confisional and then shouts after: Tommy where you eatin corn...
