Okay, back to the story...
jaypeedee wrote:To see jaypeedee with his friend, the mime.
They both looked angry, the mime even more so
 
Just then a shark jumped from the water and took a huge chunk of gut from jaypeedee's torso
and the mime would have screamed for help, but unfortunately that isn't what mimes do
											
 
					
				 
																									
						
														
					
												jaypeedee, Darlin'...I got it...
I was just pestering you..........
Psshhh!
											
					
				 
																									
						
														
					
												(well, okay then.)
(i'm sorry... i don't think i can continue.  i'm just picturing myself bleeding to death while a mime mimes a scream.  where does one go from there?  gee, i figured the mime would've bought it, not me.  no one likes a mime, right?  okay, let's see.... )
(nope, let me think some more.  anyone?)
											
					
				 
																									
						
														
					
												But fortunately David Chokachi (formerly of Baywatch) rode by with his crew.
David gave Kicky mouth-to-mouth with an unusual amount of tongue...
											
					
				 
																									
						
														
					
												And Kicky responded in more ways than one.
He coughed up some water and gazed in Dave's eyes
And lay in the surf between David's thighs.
The shark was only a baby manta ray
That hardly nipped jaypeedee, who was okay.
So that is the story of three men and a mime...
											
					
				 
																									
						
														
					
												Is it over or ready? Is this the last time?
Let's move to the story of Scout Jaypeedee
											
					
				 
																									
						
														
					
												I don't know, Clary, that might be greedee.
I suppose we can learn how the dog loved his poodles.
											
					
				 
																									
						
														
					
												He wooed them with rice and he wooed them with noodles,
But being so French they really required
											
					
				 
																									
						
														
					
												A little more romance, not something so tired.
They wanted a siamese, perhaps with some fine cheese.
											
					
				 
																									
						
														
					
												Who was smooth and silky and went with a breeze.
But her whiskers were sharp and tickled too much-
											
					
				 
																									
						
														
					
												They wanted an owner who did not always wheeze
It's romance they wanted but seldom received
											
					
				 
																									
						
														
					
												Surely some plot their owners weaved
But, one day, they'd do as they liked
											
					
				 
																									
						
														
					
												Instead of puffy coiffs they'd get something spiked
And never again in their owners arms nestle
											
					
				 
																									
						
														
					
												Instead they'd fight, taunt, argue and wrestle
Jaws would drop at their shocking behavior
											
					
				 
																									
						
														
					
												Unless Cruella de Vil came along like a saviour
And took them for use in the business of furs
											
					
				 
																									
						
														
					
												and in this story that's just what occurs
As she holds Fluffy down, Cruella steadies the knife
											
					
				 
																									
						
														
					
												Knowing the results will be well worth the strife
Fluffy battles as though she were thrice her size
											
					
				 
																									
						
														
					
												Though Cruella fights hard, she does not realize
That Scout the Wonderdog has crept up behind her
											
					
				 
																
						
														
					
												And Scout proceeds to bump and grind her
Fluffy that is, while Creulla retreats both repulsed and fascinated