Micky waddles out of the toilets.
Micky to himself: I wish my life was great. Oh well, my life could be worse, I could be stuck at my flat watching Slig-Ball Z for the rest of my life. That's it! From tonight onwards, I shall no longer make myself look like an idiot. It's time to stop being clumsy.
Micky walks away into the bar feeling proud with himself.
Micky: How ya doin' CJ?
Micky falls over and whacks his head on a bar chair and manages to break it.
Micky: Sigh.
Last edited by spike 247; 04-21-2004 at 05:00 AM..
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