Post by atlas on Apr 1, 2006 1:30:01 GMT -5
Atlas moved his feet from atop the coffee table and reached for the remote. He picked up the remote and changed it from MSNBC to another channel. On it they talked about yet another miracle product that would improve a mans sex life. He switched again, and they were selling Girls Gone Wild videos. Atlas chuckled and made reference to it being porn light, with half the calories. The next channel was some late night Soap Opera. Atlas folded his hands together and put them close to his chest. “Oh Maria” then he turned his head and in a soft voice he said, “Oh Juan”. He changed the channel again, this time finding someone lay out on a coach with a phone by her ear.
“So what are you waiting for? There are so many hot girls waiting for you to call?
Atlas stumbled from his spot on the couch and started looking for the phone. As he stood up from the couch his arm hit something which made a loud thud. “Ah crap where’d that phone go?” He searched between the couch cushions and pulled out a couple of magazines and tossed them to the floor. But to no avail. Then he looked under the coffee table but nothing. Then he checked by the TV and the night stand. He opens a Drawer in the night stand. It was full of clutter which he threw around the floor. But to no avail. Out of the clutter he pulls out an envilope which he opens. “Oh shit nine months over due that’s not good. I’m shure I can come with an excuse.” As he’s looking at the bill the phone starts ringing. He shakes his head and tosses the paper to the ground goes back to the couch. Atlas reaches over the couch and pulls the phone back up.
“Hello?” Atlas asked the person on the other line.
He got this anoid look on his face, then staired at the phone for a moment. “Do I sound like a Vasquez?” He turned the phone off and carried it back to the couch, where he directed his attention back to the television.
“If you want to have a good time wath a a beautiful woman call us now.”
He read the number from the screen and dialed it. “Hello?” He greated the woman on the other side. “So, Whatcha wearing?” A surprised look came on his face. “Oh!” He started his hand toward his crotch. “So what do you think of sheep?” Atlas looked at the phone for a second then put it back to his ear. “Hello?” He looked at again. “Huh she hung up oh well.” He looked around with a frustrated look on his face. “Where the hell did that remote go to?”
“So what are you waiting for? There are so many hot girls waiting for you to call?
Atlas stumbled from his spot on the couch and started looking for the phone. As he stood up from the couch his arm hit something which made a loud thud. “Ah crap where’d that phone go?” He searched between the couch cushions and pulled out a couple of magazines and tossed them to the floor. But to no avail. Then he looked under the coffee table but nothing. Then he checked by the TV and the night stand. He opens a Drawer in the night stand. It was full of clutter which he threw around the floor. But to no avail. Out of the clutter he pulls out an envilope which he opens. “Oh shit nine months over due that’s not good. I’m shure I can come with an excuse.” As he’s looking at the bill the phone starts ringing. He shakes his head and tosses the paper to the ground goes back to the couch. Atlas reaches over the couch and pulls the phone back up.
“Hello?” Atlas asked the person on the other line.
He got this anoid look on his face, then staired at the phone for a moment. “Do I sound like a Vasquez?” He turned the phone off and carried it back to the couch, where he directed his attention back to the television.
“If you want to have a good time wath a a beautiful woman call us now.”
He read the number from the screen and dialed it. “Hello?” He greated the woman on the other side. “So, Whatcha wearing?” A surprised look came on his face. “Oh!” He started his hand toward his crotch. “So what do you think of sheep?” Atlas looked at the phone for a second then put it back to his ear. “Hello?” He looked at again. “Huh she hung up oh well.” He looked around with a frustrated look on his face. “Where the hell did that remote go to?”