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Grix was sitting in the saloon, drinking himself into a stupor. He was mourning of course. Mourning the death of FantasyMeister, his trusted friend and companion.
Grix was already on his second bottle of neat vodka when the sound of the saloon doors could be heard. The whole place went quiet. The new comer made his way over to the bar and ordered 2 fingers of whiskey. He then walked over to Grix’s table.
"Mind if I sit here?" He questioned. " Yeah sure you can Pb" Grix replied.
" Err, Grix I’m not Pb"
"Who cares? He’s dead, FantasyMeisters dead"
"Err, why don’t you lift your head?"
Grix raised his head and looked at the man for the fist time. He was dusty and sweating. But there was no mistaking those wrinkles. It was FantasyMeister!
" But I thought you were killed!"
"No, that was Sniper, I sent him in as a decoy so I could slip past the guards and into the jail"
" What? Why did you go to the jail?!"
" Oh I take it you haven’t heard, ant got done for drink driving. Although the pigs made a bit of a mistake. He was only drinking coke!"
" So where is he now?"
" He’s back at the Motel, recuperating."
" What happened to Sniper? Was he killed or is he still alive?"
" The answer to that Grix, I don’t know, He was shot in the leg and then chloroformed and taken away. I didn’t have enough time to follow"
" So where have you been for the past 5 days?"
At that FM dropped his head
Grix was already on his second bottle of neat vodka when the sound of the saloon doors could be heard. The whole place went quiet. The new comer made his way over to the bar and ordered 2 fingers of whiskey. He then walked over to Grix’s table.
"Mind if I sit here?" He questioned. " Yeah sure you can Pb" Grix replied.
" Err, Grix I’m not Pb"
"Who cares? He’s dead, FantasyMeisters dead"
"Err, why don’t you lift your head?"
Grix raised his head and looked at the man for the fist time. He was dusty and sweating. But there was no mistaking those wrinkles. It was FantasyMeister!
" But I thought you were killed!"
"No, that was Sniper, I sent him in as a decoy so I could slip past the guards and into the jail"
" What? Why did you go to the jail?!"
" Oh I take it you haven’t heard, ant got done for drink driving. Although the pigs made a bit of a mistake. He was only drinking coke!"
" So where is he now?"
" He’s back at the Motel, recuperating."
" What happened to Sniper? Was he killed or is he still alive?"
" The answer to that Grix, I don’t know, He was shot in the leg and then chloroformed and taken away. I didn’t have enough time to follow"
" So where have you been for the past 5 days?"
At that FM dropped his head
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Montage Film Reviews freelance writer Alice Wybrew has written a review of the film 'Naked Youth' (Seishun zankoku monogatari) 1960 (dir. Nagisa Oshima).
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New Jimmy wrote:
> Ant back at the Motel eh.
What does a animal with six limbs do at
> a Motel..
Get twice the action.
{:)
> Ant back at the Motel eh.
What does a animal with six limbs do at
> a Motel..
Get twice the action.
{:)
lol
Grix was sitting in the saloon, drinking himself into a stupor. He was mourning of course. Mourning the death of FantasyMeister, his trusted friend and companion.
Grix was already on his second bottle of neat vodka when the sound of the saloon doors could be heard. The whole place went quiet. The new comer made his way over to the bar and ordered 2 fingers of whiskey. He then walked over to Grix’s table.
"Mind if I sit here?" He questioned. " Yeah sure you can Pb" Grix replied.
" Err, Grix I’m not Pb"
"Who cares? He’s dead, FantasyMeisters dead"
"Err, why don’t you lift your head?"
Grix raised his head and looked at the man for the fist time. He was dusty and sweating. But there was no mistaking those wrinkles. It was FantasyMeister!
" But I thought you were killed!"
"No, that was Sniper, I sent him in as a decoy so I could slip past the guards and into the jail"
" What? Why did you go to the jail?!"
" Oh I take it you haven’t heard, ant got done for drink driving. Although the pigs made a bit of a mistake. He was only drinking coke!"
" So where is he now?"
" He’s back at the Motel, recuperating."
" What happened to Sniper? Was he killed or is he still alive?"
" The answer to that Grix, I don’t know, He was shot in the leg and then chloroformed and taken away. I didn’t have enough time to follow"
" So where have you been for the past 5 days?"
At that FM dropped his head
Grix was already on his second bottle of neat vodka when the sound of the saloon doors could be heard. The whole place went quiet. The new comer made his way over to the bar and ordered 2 fingers of whiskey. He then walked over to Grix’s table.
"Mind if I sit here?" He questioned. " Yeah sure you can Pb" Grix replied.
" Err, Grix I’m not Pb"
"Who cares? He’s dead, FantasyMeisters dead"
"Err, why don’t you lift your head?"
Grix raised his head and looked at the man for the fist time. He was dusty and sweating. But there was no mistaking those wrinkles. It was FantasyMeister!
" But I thought you were killed!"
"No, that was Sniper, I sent him in as a decoy so I could slip past the guards and into the jail"
" What? Why did you go to the jail?!"
" Oh I take it you haven’t heard, ant got done for drink driving. Although the pigs made a bit of a mistake. He was only drinking coke!"
" So where is he now?"
" He’s back at the Motel, recuperating."
" What happened to Sniper? Was he killed or is he still alive?"
" The answer to that Grix, I don’t know, He was shot in the leg and then chloroformed and taken away. I didn’t have enough time to follow"
" So where have you been for the past 5 days?"
At that FM dropped his head