Posted by Maroon on 7/27/2001, 8:44 am
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[it’s a few hours after the gothic bar bq.. the guys are inside.no one is in the gothic fountain or on the shed They got El Pinga to play a few hands of Gothic Poker]
El Pinga: I ante, and I ahh.. how you say.. Ah yes …fold. McLaren: Okay. I'll see your ten and raise you five. Maroon: So, it's fifteen to me? McLaren: Yup. Nuke: Yeah. Maroon: Okay, I'll see the fifteen and I'll raise five. McLaren: Ooo-kay. Nuke: Okay, I'll see the twenty and I'll raise twenty. All: Ooo. El Pinga: Ole. Hall: Okay, I'll fold. El Pinga: Ole... McLaren: I'll fold. El Pinga: Ole.. Uh, I'm still how you say again?? … ah yes…folded. [Maroon and Nuke locked in stare; Nuke looks down.] Maroon: Yeah. I'll see your twenty and call. El Pinga: Ha ha ha ha. [Nuke throws down cards for all to see.] Hall: Ha ha! I knew it, a pair of twos. [All laugh.] McLaren: Unbelievable. El Pinga: That's it? Hall: You're the worst bluffer in the history of poker-- Nuke: Well, now that we all know that I'm a bad bluffer-- Hall: My gothic grandmother could tell that you were bluffing! -- Nuke: Well, why don't you shut up then? Why don't you just shut the hell up? Okay, everyone knows I can't bluff-- Maroon: Read `em and weep. Nuke: [to himself] I wish I could weep. Maroon: My deal? [shuffles] So, you in or out of this one? I want more of your gothic money. Nuke: Just give me a minute. Maroon: C'mon, you in or out? Nuke: Just give me a minute. Maroon: Are you in or out? Nuke: Would you just give me a minute?! Maroon: What's wrong with you? Having your period? [All laugh; Hall more audibly than the others.] Nuke: What if I was, huh? Maroon: Do you want to step outside? Nuke: No, I just want to have a period, that's all. Just one a month; okay? McLaren: Why? Hall: Might help a gothic guy organize his time. Nuke: Yeah. Each month I feel my gothic body become fertile and I'd say, "No, I choose not to have a baby. Oh Rent's due." Maroon: Well, that'd be uh. . .That'd be pretty ridiculous, you know, because I hear gothic menopause is ugly. Hall: [sarcastically] Oh? Maroon: Yeah. McLaren: Really? Maroon: Yes. McLaren: I heard Death say that it's great. Maroon: What? McLaren: Yeah, Death says it's like taking ecstasy and a rocket ship ride all rolled into one. Maroon: Well, that's not what I heard. Night said that its like when you put jelly on your testicles and then your gothic dog shoving a universal remote up your gothic arse. Hall: I heard Night doesn't know what he’s talking about. He’s a pissweed like the rest of the other goths. Aside from us of course. Nuke: [over rest] Well, We will never know, will we?? Hall: Deal. . . [Maroon deals.] El Pinga: I, uh, ran into Shadow Vixen the other day. Hall: [unenthusiastically] Oh yeah, Vixen.. Maroon: Which one's Vixen again? McLaren: Yeah, you know, the gothic slut with the big tits. Maroon: Oh, right. I wish my gothic girlfriend had tits like that. Nuke: Shut up Maroon, just shut the hell up.. come on already.. El Pinga: I wish I had tits like that. . .and.. how you say….breasts like that. McLaren: Um. Why? El Pinga: I don’ know, to give milk or what not. Nurture another gothic thing. I don' know, lots of reasons. Nuke: Yeah, I understand. I understand. Maroon: Yeah, well I'll tell you this--you'd get in a lot of trouble if your gothic breathern caught you breast-feeding on the sacrificial slab. McLaren: Huh, huh, huh, huh. El Pinga: Well, t’en I'd jus’ have to get a how you say… ah yes… job… in a more enlightened gothic federation... Nuke: Yeah. You don't need them. El Pinga: No, I wouldn'. Hall: You know Vixen’s having a gothic’s baby. McLaren: Yeah? El Pinga: Oh yeah tha's right. She say it’s a chico. No ultrasound. She just know. Hall: I cant wait to start plantin my new gothic seed into Jade That'll be so cool. Nuke: Wow. That's amazing. McLaren: God, I'd like to have a gothic baby. Maroon: Heh! What would you want a gothic baby for? You’d have to double up on the Lithium and Prozac.. McLaren: I'm bored. Nuke: Oh. . .c'mon. Hall: Good reason! Nuke: You would be such a rotten gothic mother. You would be such a rotten, rotten gothic mother. McLaren: I would not!
McLaren: Yeah, who? El Pinga: I would be a good mexican gothic mother. McLaren: Bullshit. Nuke: Nooo. . .you would make a great gothic nanny. Hall would make a great gothic mother. McLaren: Hall? Nuke: Yeah, Hall. McLaren: Why Hall? Nuke: Well, think about it. Hall: I'm nurturing. I take care of the midgets all the time... El Pinga: You' kiddin! Those’ things was like [illustrates with fingers small size] like this pequeno when you got them Nuke: And how big are they now? Hall: About three foot two.. All: Wow. El Pinga: I jus’ wouldn' have the patience. Hall: You need patience. Maroon: Let's play cards ya gothic nutscabs.. McLaren: Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. Nuke: All right. Maroon: Okay, scabs.. I'd like to be a gothic dyke. El Pinga: Ha ha. McLaren: Who wouldn't? Maroon: Don't be crass! I meant that. I'd like to be buried in the gothic sisterhood of women. El Pinga: Si. Lesbians are muy beueno. T’ey get so mush done in a day. Nuke: Yeah. Maroon: Yeah, yeah. You know why? Because they get it done together. There's no competition. With them, it's "gothic team" all the way. No pretenders… Nuke: Wow, gothic women together, huh? .Maroon: Oh, wait, wait! Oh, sorry. I forgot to call wild. Hold on. What do you want wild? El Pinga: Uh. Maroon: Put your cards down. El Pinga: Dos’s. Hall: Oh. Threes, fives, sevens. Nuke: Eights and tens! McLaren: Um, face cards. Maroon: Okay, everything's wild. I'll play you for the ante. What do ya got? Hall: [lays down cards] Five aces. El Pinga: [lays down cards. Proud.] Cinco aces. McLaren: [lays down cards] Five aces. Maroon: [lays down cards] Five aces. Nuke: I got nothin'. [throws cards down, face down to center of table.] McLaren: What do you mean? Hall: You can't have nothing. Nuke: I got nothin'. McLaren: Everything's wild! Nuke: Well, I got nothing. Maroon: [looking at Nuke's hand.] No. He's right. He's got nothin'. [Shows cards to rest.] El Pinga: Wha’ a hand! Hall: You are the worst gothic poker player in the history of gothic poker. [some babies dies and they eat some goats]
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