Subject: RE: Need girl advice.Welsh, on the podium and excessively body marked to the point of tribalism, looks in wonder at the crowd and realizes that none of it means anything without Tricomet. He stops his speech and announces to the world that “this award means nothing to me without Tricomet here. I miss changing tires with her. Hell, I even miss the shocker. I miss making muffin batter with her even if she always gets to lick the spoon. You have never seen love until you see her, spoon in mouth, looking at you with those deeply beautifully deep eyes….
Ice Queen, you fill out a pair of stretch black spandex CIA hootchy pants like no other, but you’re no Tricomet. I won’t let you have any of my Juju – It belongs to another.
Welshy, with a yell of “I’m coming, Tricomet!, Welshy explodes from the podium to search for his lost love….
In a bizarre twist, Tricomet arrives at the race site moments after Welshy has spilled the beans to Ice queen. Tricomet, seeing that Welshy was gone, sees Ice queen in her CIA patented hootchie pants and slaps the ho in the face. The most stupendous cat fight ever to have existed ensues. Clothes rip, hair is pulled and naughty places are bumped, pushed and prodded.
Welshy, arriving at the airport, notices that there is no activity. Airplanes aren’t moving, and people are gathered around TV sets. He sees the cat fight on CNN, CNBC and MSNBC. With great difficulty (It’s glorious – at this stage in the cat fight, neither woman has much in the way of clothing left and the “slapping” has turned more towards “petting” , he tears himself away and rushes back to the race site only to find… |