Fla Flash
09-27-2002, 12:16 PM
Yup, I ain't heard from my old buddy in a while, and here it is in my email box.
Ash writes:
Hiya Speedy.
If my writing has mistakes in it, let it go. I'm hiding out with Jessie for a while. My little yellow pal saw to that, but more on that later.
Have you seen what those bastards at the WB have done now? Son of a bitch, I'm not going through another "theme" season. If it takes the rest of the year to go through the Whirl Islands, that little frog bastard is toast.
Needless to say, neither one of us can get out of our contracts. So Jessie and I are just taking whatever time we can when we can. Sometimes, however, fate lends a hand.
Seems one of my travelling companions has been, um, "hitting the bottle". Specifically, Brock.
I should have known. No one would want a hairstyle like that.
Anyway, last night, I'm down in the dumps, and Pikachu is too. (He's actually gotten quite fond of Jessie) So Pikachu is rooting around near Brock's knapsack while Chef Boyardee is cooking something...smelled awful.
About twenty minutes later, here comes my little yellow bud staggering all over the place, empty Jack Daniels bottle in his paw. And he has the hiccups.
Every time he hiccups, he accidentally discharges a lightning bolt. And he looks pissed off. He staggers over to me. "Pika! Pika, pika" he says. I just watch as he heads toward Misty and Brock, belching lightning bolts.
"Hey", Misty screams, "Ash do something with him."
"I can't," I yell back, "I'm not the one who gave him the booze."
Brock goes into a full blown panic and the two of 'em run off, Pikachu close behind, belching lightning at 'em.
So I snuck off to spend some time with Jessie. She's right here next to me, looking so peaceful. My bud staggered into our little hidden spot an hour ago. He's sleeping it off, but I got a feeling tomorrow's gonna be rough for him. *sigh*
Oh, well. Speedy, I'll catch you later.
Ash
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More coffee!.</P>
Ash writes:
Hiya Speedy.
If my writing has mistakes in it, let it go. I'm hiding out with Jessie for a while. My little yellow pal saw to that, but more on that later.
Have you seen what those bastards at the WB have done now? Son of a bitch, I'm not going through another "theme" season. If it takes the rest of the year to go through the Whirl Islands, that little frog bastard is toast.
Needless to say, neither one of us can get out of our contracts. So Jessie and I are just taking whatever time we can when we can. Sometimes, however, fate lends a hand.
Seems one of my travelling companions has been, um, "hitting the bottle". Specifically, Brock.
I should have known. No one would want a hairstyle like that.
Anyway, last night, I'm down in the dumps, and Pikachu is too. (He's actually gotten quite fond of Jessie) So Pikachu is rooting around near Brock's knapsack while Chef Boyardee is cooking something...smelled awful.
About twenty minutes later, here comes my little yellow bud staggering all over the place, empty Jack Daniels bottle in his paw. And he has the hiccups.
Every time he hiccups, he accidentally discharges a lightning bolt. And he looks pissed off. He staggers over to me. "Pika! Pika, pika" he says. I just watch as he heads toward Misty and Brock, belching lightning bolts.
"Hey", Misty screams, "Ash do something with him."
"I can't," I yell back, "I'm not the one who gave him the booze."
Brock goes into a full blown panic and the two of 'em run off, Pikachu close behind, belching lightning at 'em.
So I snuck off to spend some time with Jessie. She's right here next to me, looking so peaceful. My bud staggered into our little hidden spot an hour ago. He's sleeping it off, but I got a feeling tomorrow's gonna be rough for him. *sigh*
Oh, well. Speedy, I'll catch you later.
Ash
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More coffee!.</P>