RJ sees the books and sign and does this ->
Miscellaneous Street - The Soap Opera
- Thread starter Miss Chicken
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Daniel humbly invites Posh Lady to the coffee shop. It never hurts to be on the good side of rich people.
Methinks that Hippy Lady and her tribe of kids must have gone into hiding when they saw Posh Lady arrived.
Flashover
Lieutenant Commander
*powers up rubber mixing machine*
"Lets see... 50,000 pounds of neoprene, 10,000 pounds of EPDM, 500 pounds of "fake boob" rubber, 600 gallons of silicone oil, 600 gallons of peroxide cure, and 1,500 pounds of sulfur cure.
"...oh yeah and 16 orphans diced into small pieces."
*starts machine*
"Lets see... 50,000 pounds of neoprene, 10,000 pounds of EPDM, 500 pounds of "fake boob" rubber, 600 gallons of silicone oil, 600 gallons of peroxide cure, and 1,500 pounds of sulfur cure.
"...oh yeah and 16 orphans diced into small pieces."
*starts machine*
*twitches curtains*
Hippy Lady thought she was seeing things (again), but she hadn't taken any strong intoxicating substances yet that day. What was SHE doing here? Had she come to make Hippy Lady's life a misery again? Mother had always loved Posh Lady best, what with her positive hygiene habits and her school attendance and her lack of reliance on intoxicating substances.
Hrmph.
However, Hippy Lady had to admit that she was intrigued. Was this pure coincidence, or was Posh Lady actually looking for her? If Hippy Lady played her cards right, she could come out on top. She may not have any money to bribe the authorities at the moment, but from the looks of that limo her half-sister twin (which made her own pregnancies look positively pedestrian) had some dosh to spare. Hmm, perhaps things were looking up after all...
The Crazy Cat Lady rushes home to count her cats and to make sure that they are all safe.
There are no kittens in the pet-store. I purchase the last two yesterday. I have named them Salt and Pepper.
However there are puppies left.
RJ sees the books and sign and does this ->
Ziyal hands RJ a couple tissues and continues shelving the books she's just priced.
Everyone okay at home, Crazy Cat Lady? Has the welfare lady come back since we counted everyone? How did it go? BTW, just to refresh your memory... Salt and Pepper make it 31.
The welfare lady came back but I told her to piss off. As long as my cats are healthy and well feed and my house is clean it is no business of hers. There are no local laws about how many cats someone can own. When she tried to argue I threatened to bring Leo out, and that made Welfare Lady run.
31 cats now. I have bought them all collars with their names on them.
31 cats now. I have bought them all collars with their names on them.
re Welfare Lady running from Leo.
re collars w/ names.
There are two of you again! Your evil twin is back!
Is that the problem. I thought it might be a time loop.
Flashover
Lieutenant Commander
No no, you are just very drunk. Now hurry up and get to the factory before the Authorities spot you.
Miss Chicken said:
Happens every time I stub my toe. Disregard and move along. Say... I need to purchase kittens in bulk for a rubber compound recipe... know any good dealers? I need about 200 a day or so.
Posh Lady's visit to the coffee shop went well. Daniel worked all his manipulative skills (including one of his famous Cakes) to get on the good side of the impossibly rich woman who's got more children than facebook friends.
Daniel also learnt some interesting factoids about Hippy Lady, which he's stored away in the dusty filing cabinet of his mind.
Daniel also learnt some interesting factoids about Hippy Lady, which he's stored away in the dusty filing cabinet of his mind.
*locks doors and closes blinds*
That was about us getting rich off some lonely millionaire. She likes me. I can probably get her to invest money to expand our buisness (Coffee shop chain!) or... well, I can probably get more than a paltry investment out of her, but that depends on how far you're willing to let me go with this... you know I'm into you and only you, right? I wouldn't do anything without your say-so.