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Chapter 6

The Story The Authors

but tiki couldnt pull over to the 7-11 as the car suddenly sprouted wings and flew high over the city, colliding with birds and causing havoc in the quiet sky's of metropolis. Fearing the inevitable crash, as the mustang was quickly rumning out of it's 3 ounces of orange marmalade that it used for fuel, the girls quickly harnessed their parachutes, grabbed their martinis and toothpicks, and hurled themselves down toward earth. nicki

The girls landed safely without spilling a drop. They turned around, expecting to see the car a flaming pile of rubble but the car had landed safely as well with Thug and the wedding couple still in the trunk. Vashondra, Bitzy and Tiki squealed and jumped for joy. They got back into the lime green mustang, Tiki at the wheel, and decided they'd better take this wedding party to Vegas. "I know for a fact," Tiki said between sips of her martini. "That it has been Candace's lifelong dream to be married by an Elvis impersonator." She spun the car around and headed back toward the airport. cuddles

all the while singing barry manilow tunes. "I feel soo freeeee!" Tiki screamed as they plummetted down towards their possible deaths. Below them, a flow of geese in formation of the Pepsi symbol quacked wildly in horror at the prospect of being killed by bad hair. Shasta

In a fireball of feathers, pharmaceuticals, hairweaves, and alcohol, the mustang and all the occupants suffered a horrible, fiery death. Fortunately, most of the lot were sadomasochists, so this was quite a thrill for them. No one was ever sure if they died by falling off a cliff or spontaneously combusting on the way to the airport, or by trying to get to the airport by driving off a cliff. Nevertheless, the tiresome distaffs and their friends died a horrible death, finally. Later, it was established that the one known as Vashondra was a pre-op transexual in drag and had started "her" life as Gabe Fitzpatrick. But everyone suspected this from the start, being that the beehive 'do was just a bit too much, and that "she" was never without her hormone pills. antithesis

as the scorched, charred, twisted mass of used lime green car parts, eloping lovers, cheese loafs, hormone pills, olives, toothpicks, and casino chips began to finally burn themselves out, gabe dusted the ashes off his now disheveled beehive hairdoo. Standing in the mist of the smoldering heap, he smoothed the wrinkles in his mini skirt and searched for his cinema ticket with the sub-way sandwich coupon on the back. Geez, was he ever hungry, having not eaten since having those stale olives hours and hours ago. he knew the power of a good gallo salami sandwich on wheat with lettace, tomatos and mayo. nicki

"I can't believe this! All this work and all I get is a fucking dollar! Mad? YOU BET I AM!" none

said the African swollow. Poor thing was sick of carrying coconuts over all those darned oceans...and for what? to prove soem point. A pointless point. that's what it is. mars

Tiki regained consciousness near a fountain. She couldn't lift her eyelids,the effort seemed pointless. Perhaps she would just lay there and die. That would be better than absorbing the lights that surrounded her. Already her body was on fire. Trying hard to remember what had happened the words lysergic acid kept popping into her brain. It was all too confusing so she slept. A evil looking woman kept poking her with a cane and screaming at her. What was she talking about AA, the polizia, it was a jumble of Keno numbers in Tiki's brain. sappho

Every nerve ending in Tiki's body screamed in agony and she felt if she opened her eyes, they would fall out. "Stop poking me!" she mumbled, and bilious fluid trickled out her mouth. The poking stopped and she heard Vashondra's voice. She sighed and relaxed, she knew she would be taken care of. Vashondra reached into the fountain, pulled out Bitzy and lay her next to Tiki. Then she went to the other side of the fountain where Candace was lying and dragged her back to where the other two were. Then she reached into her slightly scorched 3 foot high strawberry blond beehive, pulled out the cocktail shaker and began mixing martini's to revive her friends. cuddles

The Story	The Authors
but tiki couldnt pull over to the 7-11 as the car suddenly sprouted wings and flew high over the city, colliding with birds and causing havoc in the quiet sky's of metropolis. Fearing the inevitable crash, as the mustang was quickly rumning out of it's 3 ounces of orange marmalade that it used for fuel, the girls quickly harnessed their parachutes, grabbed their martinis and toothpicks, and hurled themselves down toward earth.	nicki
The girls landed safely without spilling a drop. They turned around, expecting to see the car a flaming pile of rubble but the car had landed safely as well with Thug and the wedding couple still in the trunk. Vashondra, Bitzy and Tiki squealed and jumped for joy. They got back into the lime green mustang, Tiki at the wheel, and decided they'd better take this wedding party to Vegas. "I know for a fact," Tiki said between sips of her martini. "That it has been Candace's lifelong dream to be married by an Elvis impersonator." She spun the car around and headed back toward the airport.	cuddles
all the while singing barry manilow tunes. "I feel soo freeeee!" Tiki screamed as they plummetted down towards their possible deaths. Below them, a flow of geese in formation of the Pepsi symbol quacked wildly in horror at the prospect of being killed by bad hair.	Shasta
In a fireball of feathers, pharmaceuticals, hairweaves, and alcohol, the mustang and all the occupants suffered a horrible, fiery death. Fortunately, most of the lot were sadomasochists, so this was quite a thrill for them. No one was ever sure if they died by falling off a cliff or spontaneously combusting on the way to the airport, or by trying to get to the airport by driving off a cliff. Nevertheless, the tiresome distaffs and their friends died a horrible death, finally. Later, it was established that the one known as Vashondra was a pre-op transexual in drag and had started "her" life as Gabe Fitzpatrick. But everyone suspected this from the start, being that the beehive 'do was just a bit too much, and that "she" was never without her hormone pills.	antithesis
as the scorched, charred, twisted mass of used lime green car parts, eloping lovers, cheese loafs, hormone pills, olives, toothpicks, and casino chips began to finally burn themselves out, gabe dusted the ashes off his now disheveled beehive hairdoo. Standing in the mist of the smoldering heap, he smoothed the wrinkles in his mini skirt and searched for his cinema ticket with the sub-way sandwich coupon on the back. Geez, was he ever hungry, having not eaten since having those stale olives hours and hours ago. he knew the power of a good gallo salami sandwich on wheat with lettace, tomatos and mayo.	nicki
"I can't believe this! All this work and all I get is a fucking dollar! Mad? YOU BET I AM!"	none
said the African swollow. Poor thing was sick of carrying coconuts over all those darned oceans...and for what? to prove soem point. A pointless point. that's what it is.	mars
Tiki regained consciousness near a fountain. She couldn't lift her eyelids,the effort seemed pointless. Perhaps she would just lay there and die. That would be better than absorbing the lights that surrounded her. Already her body was on fire. Trying hard to remember what had happened the words lysergic acid kept popping into her brain. It was all too confusing so she slept. A evil looking woman kept poking her with a cane and screaming at her. What was she talking about AA, the polizia, it was a jumble of Keno numbers in Tiki's brain.	sappho
Every nerve ending in Tiki's body screamed in agony and she felt if she opened her eyes, they would fall out. "Stop poking me!" she mumbled, and bilious fluid trickled out her mouth. The poking stopped and she heard Vashondra's voice. She sighed and relaxed, she knew she would be taken care of. Vashondra reached into the fountain, pulled out Bitzy and lay her next to Tiki. Then she went to the other side of the fountain where Candace was lying and dragged her back to where the other two were. Then she reached into her slightly scorched 3 foot high strawberry blond beehive, pulled out the cocktail shaker and began mixing martini's to revive her friends.	cuddles

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