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Temporarily blinded by the sunlight streaming in through the venetian blinds Plook woke with a start to the sound of the VCR rewinding. Another night on the maroon sofa watching Her Royal Highness Queen Elizabeth the seconds 50 favourite christmas speeches compelation video, last years christmas gift from Doug, who had received it from Sam the year before and regifted it to Plook. Gary wheezed as Plook tumbled off the sofa, landing squarely on top of him and spilling Coke Zero all down the front of his aqua coloured Legendary Plook tee shirt. With a yelp Gary retreated hurriedly to the kitchen taking up his usual position guarding the trendy Panosonic refrigerator, his stubby tail banging loudly against the cupboard door, where, after years of flaggelation his tail had worn a distinctive arc in the paintwork. Plook trundled in seconds later on his segway, why walk when you can seg, and plugged it into to the power outlet on the stove. Plook was momentarly stunned when he caught sight of his reflection in the ranch slider and let out a small yelp of his own. While he was asleep Mrs Plook, in retaliation for last Month's bondage incident, where Plook had began humming Penguin in Bondage at a crucial moment, had made good on her promise and completely shaved his head and eyebrows as well! Gingerly Plook rubbed his trembling hands over his now bald head, which hadn't seen the light of day since 1975 during what his parents and therapist referred to as his punker phase. Oh no no nooooo he couldn't look, Plook stood very still as he reached down the front of his shorts, his pubes, his pride and joy, gone, all gone, Plook groaned as he looked down, he was seven all over again, the playground jibes ringing in his ears, whaaaaaaaaa whaaaaaaa what the, Plook woke with a start in a cold sweat, he sat bolt upright spilling Coke Zero all down the front of his aqua coloured Legendary Plook tee shirt, he thrust both hands down the front of his shorts, at that moment Mrs Plook came into the room "can't leave it alone for a minute can you" she said. With a wry grin and a sigh of relief Plook collapsed back on to the sofa, it had all been a dream a terrible terrible dream. Unseen Mrs Plook put the electric razor quietly back in the drawer and left the room, maybe tonight Plooky darling maybe tonight.
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Thanks for the music Frank.
Well I'm about to get sick from watching my TV
Last edited by Gray_Ghost on Sun Sep 16, 2012 7:26 pm, edited 1 time in total.
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