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Journal Entry #5 in "Doozer's Journal!!!" |
**Warning**: I have Dusty's Permission to use Dusty in this Journal Entry!!! I have Dusty's Permission to use 'The Dark and Demented' Dusty in this roleplay. Cast For Journal Entry(Their Name Will Be Their Color for this Entry): Dear Journal, (-{1}-)Today, even though I did have my Dream Title, to turned to be a very fun and exciting day. I’ll start off at around noon. I sat down, like usual, in my Lazy Boy Recliner. It felt like sitting on a cloud. Anyway, I just got done getting my lunch and decided to sit down and watch some television. My lunch included the following: macaroni and cheese, two grilled-cheese sandwiches, a bowl of tomato soup, and a cup of milk. Hey, Journal, I just happen to be a rather big guy at six foot five and a big person needs a big lunch. I surfed through the hundreds and hundreds of channels on my satellite dish until I finally made it to a show that I enjoy watching. You damn right; Jerry Springer is the shit. I looked at the words located on the bottom right-hand side of the television. (-{1}-) (-{2}-) The topic for today’s show sparked my interest. It read, ‘My friend, whose cousin and sister are both gay, whose father raped them both, and whose brother is a raging alcoholic, believes that Satan has possessed his body.’ I knew that this show just invited me to join. If you don’t know, Mr. Journal, Dusty is a friend of mine. His cousin, Stan is gay as well as his sister Penelope. His dad raped Stan and Stan ended up liking it. His dad raped Penelope and she ended up liking girls. Dusty also has a brother, Spanky, who is a raging alcoholic. Thus, I knew this show wanted Dusty and me on it. I gobbled down my two grilled-cheese sandwiches. Then, I gulped down the tomato soup and ate up all the macaroni and cheese. (-{2}-) (-{3}-) Following that, I chugged down the rest of my milk and charged out my front door. It didn’t end up mattering much, but I hurried out of there so quickly that I forgot to lock my door. I also forgot to shut off my television and grab my Boston Red Sox hat. So, I ran over next door, Dusty’s house, wearing an orange T-shirt labeled ‘I’m Gonna Dooze You, Then Abuse You’ in black lettering and a pair of baggy jeans. My short, dirty blonde hair did not have a hat to cover it up for the time being, but that didn’t bother me. I finally reached Dusty’s house and knocked enthusiastically on his door. Without much of a delay, Dusty opened the door. His smile stretched from ear to ear because I never come over to his house. He let me in without hesitation. I casually walked into his house and sat in a wooden rocking chair. He skipped along happily and sat down on the blue carpeted floor Indian style. (-{3}-) ::--(Doozer)--:: Dusty opened his mouth, but I signaled to him to shut up. "I got some sweet news." Dusty opened his mouth again as if to guess, but I motioned to him to shut up again. "I sat down and started eating my lunch like normal, then I turned to Jerry Springer and saw the sweetest thing." Yet again, Dusty tried to intervene, but I stopped him. "The show fits you and me perfectly. All we got to do is jet down there and tell them about our story. They will let us in within a heartbeat." Dusty tried to interrupt me another time, but I picked up the closest thing to me and threw it at him. It was the remote control. "I mean, how can they refuse two Dream Wrestling Federation Superstars?" ::--(Dusty)--:: I motioned to him that he could speak. "Well, I tried to tell you, but you kept on ignoring me." My face turned from an eager smile into a ‘What are you trying to say’ look. "Extremist called me up about five minutes ago telling me all about it." I let out a deep sigh of disappointment. "Dooze, don’t worry, I told him that I didn’t want to go anyway." ::--(Doozer)--:: I nodded my head and smiled once more. "Yeah, but you will go with me right?" Dusty started to look at me in that ‘I don’t really want to’ type of way. So, I spoke up in an intimidating voice. "Dusty, you are going with me right?!?!" ::--(Dusty)--:: Dusty’s eye-patch now covered his left eye. This signaled that he changed over to Satan. "Are you threatening me?" ::--(Doozer)--:: I grew a ‘You want to fight’ look on my face. "Yeah, you want to do something about it?" ::--(Dusty)--:: The eye-patch moved off of Dusty’s left eye. "No, Satan was just checking to see if you were really threatening him… us." Dusty paused for a second, then continued talking. "Oh and I will go with you to the Jerry Springer thing." (-{4}-) I nodded my head held out my hand to Dusty, which he in turn slapped. We then turned and walked out his front door. From there, we walked back over to my house. Well, not my house, but the garage. I pressed a button on the side of the garage after entering the secret code and the doors slowly opened. Dusty, like he always does, marveled at my Ford Mustang. We casually walked up to the Mustang. Dusty ran to the opposite side of the car, at which I stood, and hopped into it. Then, I opened up my door and stepping into my car. I grabbed my keys, which I keep in a secret place in my car, put them in the ignition, and started up the beast that is my car. Then, without delay, we zoomed off and out of the driveway. While entering into the road that connects my house to the highway, I pressed a button on my car’s dashboard and the garage door closed. (-{4}-) (-{5}-) I turned on my radio and turned the volume up. I changed it to 105.1 TOS, my favorite radio station, and continued driving as "Stupefy" by Disturbed blasted through my car’s sound system. We kept on driving down the highway for what seemed to be no time at all until we finally spotted a huge sign reading ‘Jerry Springer Show!’ I pointed it out to Dusty, who seemed to be having quite a fun time. He sat there seeing how many telephone polls he could pass while holding his breath. He looked up at the sign and became so excited that he lost his breath just before his new record almost broke. At first, Dusty steamed at the thought that I disrupted the record breaking moment, but it didn’t bug him that much. I mean, how could you possibly be mad when you know that you are about to be on Jerry Springer. (-{5}-) (-{6}-) I drove into the large indoor parking lot and proceeded to park my car. I turned off the car. Dusty got out of his seat as I pulled the key out of its ignition. Then, I stepped out of my car, locked the doors, and closed my door as I stood up beside my car. Dusty and I continued on and walked into the backstage area of the building. We walked down a huge hallway with doors on the left and right. Finally, about ten or so doors down, we spotted a door with a star on it. Directly below the star read the name ‘Jerry Springer.’ I looked at Dusty and smiled. He smiled back and I knocked on the door. Dusty and I stood there for just another moment or two and then the door suddenly opened. At that moment, Jerry Springer’s head popped out from behind the door. (-{6}-) (-{7}-) He looked rather angry while eyeing Dusty and me down. Then, with slight hesitation, Jerry stepped back and opened the door. Dusty and I walked into his office casually. The office, while quite small and crammed in, seemed to glimmer from all the golden stuff. Jerry showed Dusty and me two padded, metal chairs that we both sat in as he plopped down in a big, comfortable chair of his own. He wore a suite, and to tell you the truth, Mr. Journal, I never paid attention to his hair color. Anyway, he ordered a cup of coffee from his secretary, who ran off to get it, and began a conversation with Dusty and me. At the exact same moment when he tried to speak, Dusty let out the biggest, smelliest fart that you have ever heard or smelled. It even shook the awards on the shelves that hung in the room. (-{7}-) ::--(Dusty)--:: Dusty began to move his foot around in circles on the floor and tried not to look up at Jerry. He just sat there very embarrassed and muttered out some words. "I’m sorry." He continued on and said. "I farted." ::--(Jerry Springer)--:: Jerry shook his head and smiled. "Well no shit, Sherlock." Jerry and I let out a good laugh. "Tell me something that I don’t know." ::--(Dark and Demented Dusty)--:: Dusty’s eye-patch now covered his left eye. "Are you mocking my intelligence? I AM SATAN! NOW, BOW BEFORE YOUR LORD AND MASTER!" ::--(Jerry Springer)--:: Jerry seemed frightened at first, but then his eyes bulged and a smile on his face stretched from ear to ear. "Oh, this is fantastic! We actually really have somebody here to thinks that they are Satan!" ::--(Dark and Demented Dusty)--:: The eye-patch still covered Dusty’s left eye. "You say that I think? No! I know that I am Satan! Damn it, I am Satan! BOW BEFORE ME!" ::--(Jerry Springer)--:: Jerry turned to me since he knew he couldn’t get a straight answer out of Dusty. "We can easily say he does, but does he actually have the relatives in which the show mentions?" ::--(Doozer)--:: I smiled and laughed for a minute. "Trust me; we won’t need to make up anything. His dad raped his cousin, Stan, and turned him gay. His dad then raped his sister, Penelope, and turned her into a lesbian. His brother turned to alcohol after his mom dad and became a raging alcoholic." I leaned across the desk to whisper into Jerry’s ear. "Plus, as you already know, he believes that he is possessed by Satan." (-{8}-) I stood up from my chair and held my hand out to Jerry. Jerry smiled, took my hand, and shook it. Dusty then stood up from his seat with his eye-patch no longer covering his left eye. Jerry walked over to the door with Dusty and me, opened it for us, and showed us the way to the stage. With that said and done with, Dusty and I thanked Jerry and walked towards the stage. It seemed like seconds, with my heart pumping and adrenaline rushing, until we reached the stage. Then, we heard our queue and emerged from the backstage area and onto the set. I looked out there weren’t any fans. The only people there were the six people sitting down in their chairs on the stage. As I looked and examined these people more carefully, I noticed that they ate a lot of paint chips as children. An idiot could tell which person was the friend and which thought Satan had possessed his or her bodies. (-{8}-) (-{9}-) The first couple contained two guys. The guy on the right looked rather normal. He wore a green button down, short-sleeved shirt and a pair of tight jeans. The character next to him made Marilyn Manson look normal. They guy’s body contained more piercing jobs than Dusty can count. Okay, that doesn’t mean a lot, but it contained more piercing jobs than you can count using your fingers and toes. On top of that, his hair looked like someone puked on it and unwashed since. He wore a black, leather vest and black jeans. The leather vest read ‘I am Satan’ embroidered in red lettering all over it. He also wore a pair of black jeans with ‘666’ and ‘I am the Devil’ embroidered in red all over them. If it weren’t for his face, I wouldn’t have known what race he was because tattoos covered up his whole body. (-{9}-) (-{10}-) The next couple contained a guy and a girl. The guy wore a white T-shirt and a pair of loose fit jeans. The girl, on the other hand, wore a black suite. You think she looked normal, don’t you? Well, red paint that resembled blood decorated it to make her look a little more Satanic. Also, her hair was short and dyed black. Directly where horns would be, her hair stuck straight up to resemble devilish horns. The face on her skin reminded me of milk, as white as possible. After examining those two, I looked over at the third couple. These two were scary. Yes, both of them were scary. The first guy wore no shirt and a pair of black, leather pants. The second guy also didn’t wear a shirt and he was also wearing a pair of black, leather pants. (-{10}-) (-{11}-) To put it briefly, they looked like the twin brothers from hell. Tattoos covered the skin of the upper body of the first guy. I saw a tattoo reading ‘666’ another reading ‘I am the mark of the Devil’ and a third reading ‘Beware of Satan.’ This guy also had his belly button pierced. Plus, he pierced both of his nipples and a big bull ring hung from his nose. A bull ring is a ring that pierces through the little part of your nose that separates your nostrils. The second guy also tattooed himself until his skin didn’t show. One main tattoo, which you could see very clearly, ran across his chest reading ‘I am Satan!’ Directly after that tattoo was another that read, ‘Bow before me!’ Now, you can just imagine what this did to the Satan who took over Dusty’s body. (-{11}-) (-{12}-) The eye-patch covered up Dusty’s left eye. His right eye, the one you can see, filled with crimson red. The Dark and Demented Dusty started to shake. Then, one of the twins from hell yelled something towards Dusty telling him that a pussy like him couldn’t be possessed by Satan. Dusty ran after the guy and speared him while he sat down in his chair. The impact of the spear not only broke the chair, but I think it broke the guy too. Then, Jerry, who must have heard the commotion, ran into the room. He ran up to me and told me that this wasn’t the real show. The show would be airing tomorrow. I called him a couple names and then pointed out what Dusty had done. Jerry then showed me to my car, handed me a hotel ticked so Dusty and I could come back, and I drove off. He also told me that they would take care of Dusty and I shouldn’t worry about him. So, here I am sitting in my hotel room typing away at my laptop computer. I don’t know a lot these days, but I do know that I will kick Oddball’s ass this Sunday! (-{12}-)
Sincerely,  |
