"Square One"
Disclaimer: I would love to own a drunk bald man. But I sadly don't. Yet.
Author's Note: Yeah...I..don't really want to type anything serious about Rude at the moment. So please enjoy another crap chapter. I was starting it off as something like a day in Costa del Sol...then he basically got drunk off his ass in the process. So...Yeah. Enjoy this crap chapter. And yes! Everyone who has reviewed will receive cookies and toaster ovens! Yaaaaaay! I love the reviews and what you guys have been saying. I like the fact that I can take this man's views and change them to something different. Yaaaay I'm different!
Guille: Yaaay..Procrastination's different!
Yaaaay...It's Guille.
Everyone say hi to Guille. She will gives you lots and lots if skittles if you say hi.
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Soccer Balls & A Literal Drunk Bald Man.
I got hit in the face with a ball today by a little 4 year old girl. It didn't hurt that much. It did when that...experimental red dog thing smacked the ball with his tail, which surprisingly didn't burn it...It hit me in the stomach.
Fricken' dog.
I think Avalanche is here.
I heard the President was pissed off. So uh...I hope this vacation isn't shortened. I kinda like it here. Despite the fact that what's his face...Johnny..lives here. First, Cloud leaves Tifa to fend for herself in this...weird, dangerous world of ours. And now this Johnny guy decides to leave their conversation for some tacos.
I should go and protect her.
I think I'm drunk.
Oh dear.
Heh.I should go talk to her.
Wait. I must spiffy up in front of the mirror.
After this shot of vodka.
What if I have tan lines?
...No way. I've been wearing my sun lotion all daaaaay.Atleast I think it was sun lotion.
I..
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Ah crap.I fell asleep.Oh wow. That's alot of uh...glasses. I remember the time when they were filled with...pleasure and delight..Ooh another one...
Yay.
I wonder if I can type with my elbow.
ruydee.,