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Chapter 1

The Story The Authors

Realizing they where almost out of gas Vashondra Du Lunchenett pulled hard on the steering wheel of her dayglo green 65 Mustang and cut across three lanes of traffic to the off ramp. Her sidekick and best friend, Bitzy Bootleg sild off the back seat and onto the floor in a thump. Bitzy's head pounded from a hang over the size of the Bronx. " You cow" she yelled from the back seat. " Opps, sorry hun" Vash replied searching the rear view mirror for her friend. " Tanks empity and my freakishly small blatter is full" Vash said slowing the stang down to 50 mph. Bitzy rose from the floor,grabbed the back of the front seats pulling herself up. Her Black beehive in dissaray sunglasses askew and pale face gave Vash a shock. " Yikes girl you're a mess" Vash said in slight discust. With that said, Bitzy puked all over the stick shift. Bitzy stumbled into the gas station bathroom with the help of Vash. Sitting in a stall slumpped over some papers was a dead man." Oh my" Vash said in horror. Bitzy rasied her head and puked again. Vash dropped her like a bad habbit and went into the stall to have a look. There was a lot of blood and a pair of leapord skin bikini breifs around his ankles. " I can't look any longer those bikini breifs are so out of fashion" Vash said in choked words. Vash bent down and picked up a piece of paper that was on the floor." Humm, seems like he was writing a story about some chick named Janet...no, June...no there is blood all over this darn thing" she said to Bitzy, who had passed out again. " Janice! that's it. A story about Janice" she said. Reading further she could not understand why he off'd himself over a silly little story. sean

She gathered up all the papers and wiped off the blood as best she could. She read a bit about an elephant named Fluffy. "Hey Bitz, this is pretty amusing." Vash said and she began to organize the pages by number. Bitzy stirred and threw up down the front of her dress. "Oh my gawd! You are such a sloppy drunk!" Vashondra exclaimed, putting her hands to her hips. She tucked the story away into her neon pink, patent leather clutch bag and dragged Bitzy to the air/water station. She grabbed the hose and squirted Bitzy until all traces of vomit were gone. Then she dragged her back to the car and dumped her in the back seat. "Look at my car you silly lush! I can't drive like this!" Vash whined. "Mna mna mna," was all Bitzy had to say. Quick thinking Vashondra pulled the papers back out of her purse and scooped away as much of the blown chunks as she could and threw the soiled papers into the street. Then she reached into her 3 foot high strawberry blonde beehive hairdo and pulled out a can of carpet cleaner, a scrub brush, a pair of bright yellow latex gloves, and a lime green frilly chiffon apron. "You owe me big for this, sweetie!" she said as she began to clean the hot pink leopard print leatherette upholstry. Sandy R

Just then Janice, Jeremy, Patrick, Joel, Kristi, and the ghosts Dianne and Terrence popped in. "You sillies" they shouted "you always try to take over the story but we thatk goodness are immortal!" Vash and Bitz ran away screaming. "Wow thank goodness they're gone," said Patrick. Then Kristi reminded him that Carolyn

he was not part of their family and no one actually invited him to tag along. "Fine, then," Patrick sneered, "I'm hanging out with Vash and Bitz. At least they know how to party!" none

Teresa walked into the room. "I can't get any beauty sleep if you brats won't shut up." Teresa snapped. Patrick gave her a Look. honey

Vash was running down the street when Patrick caught up to her. "Get away from me" she shreiked. She stumbeled to the road and tried to flag down a car. "Hey hold on" Patrick said and roughly shoved her to the ground. Bitz lay on the ground with a dazed expression plastered on her face. She just lay on the ground breathing raggedly from her run down the street. "I have a propersition for you" Patrick calmly told her staring levely into her eyes. "What kind...of propersition" Vash asked curiously. Brushing a strand of hair from her eyes. none

The Story	The Authors
Realizing they where almost out of gas Vashondra Du Lunchenett pulled hard on the steering wheel of her dayglo green 65 Mustang and cut across three lanes of traffic to the off ramp. Her sidekick and best friend, Bitzy Bootleg sild off the back seat and onto the floor in a thump. Bitzy's head pounded from a hang over the size of the Bronx. " You cow" she yelled from the back seat. " Opps, sorry hun" Vash replied searching the rear view mirror for her friend. " Tanks empity and my freakishly small blatter is full" Vash said slowing the stang down to 50 mph. Bitzy rose from the floor,grabbed the back of the front seats pulling herself up. Her Black beehive in dissaray sunglasses askew and pale face gave Vash a shock. " Yikes girl you're a mess" Vash said in slight discust. With that said, Bitzy puked all over the stick shift. Bitzy stumbled into the gas station bathroom with the help of Vash. Sitting in a stall slumpped over some papers was a dead man." Oh my" Vash said in horror. Bitzy rasied her head and puked again. Vash dropped her like a bad habbit and went into the stall to have a look. There was a lot of blood and a pair of leapord skin bikini breifs around his ankles. " I can't look any longer those bikini breifs are so out of fashion" Vash said in choked words. Vash bent down and picked up a piece of paper that was on the floor." Humm, seems like he was writing a story about some chick named Janet...no, June...no there is blood all over this darn thing" she said to Bitzy, who had passed out again. " Janice! that's it. A story about Janice" she said. Reading further she could not understand why he off'd himself over a silly little story.	sean
She gathered up all the papers and wiped off the blood as best she could. She read a bit about an elephant named Fluffy. "Hey Bitz, this is pretty amusing." Vash said and she began to organize the pages by number. Bitzy stirred and threw up down the front of her dress. "Oh my gawd! You are such a sloppy drunk!" Vashondra exclaimed, putting her hands to her hips. She tucked the story away into her neon pink, patent leather clutch bag and dragged Bitzy to the air/water station. She grabbed the hose and squirted Bitzy until all traces of vomit were gone. Then she dragged her back to the car and dumped her in the back seat. "Look at my car you silly lush! I can't drive like this!" Vash whined. "Mna mna mna," was all Bitzy had to say. Quick thinking Vashondra pulled the papers back out of her purse and scooped away as much of the blown chunks as she could and threw the soiled papers into the street. Then she reached into her 3 foot high strawberry blonde beehive hairdo and pulled out a can of carpet cleaner, a scrub brush, a pair of bright yellow latex gloves, and a lime green frilly chiffon apron. "You owe me big for this, sweetie!" she said as she began to clean the hot pink leopard print leatherette upholstry.	Sandy R
Just then Janice, Jeremy, Patrick, Joel, Kristi, and the ghosts Dianne and Terrence popped in. "You sillies" they shouted "you always try to take over the story but we thatk goodness are immortal!" Vash and Bitz ran away screaming. "Wow thank goodness they're gone," said Patrick. Then Kristi reminded him that	Carolyn
he was not part of their family and no one actually invited him to tag along. "Fine, then," Patrick sneered, "I'm hanging out with Vash and Bitz. At least they know how to party!"	none
Teresa walked into the room. "I can't get any beauty sleep if you brats won't shut up." Teresa snapped. Patrick gave her a Look.	honey
Vash was running down the street when Patrick caught up to her. "Get away from me" she shreiked. She stumbeled to the road and tried to flag down a car. "Hey hold on" Patrick said and roughly shoved her to the ground. Bitz lay on the ground with a dazed expression plastered on her face. She just lay on the ground breathing raggedly from her run down the street. "I have a propersition for you" Patrick calmly told her staring levely into her eyes. "What kind...of propersition" Vash asked curiously. Brushing a strand of hair from her eyes.	none

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