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03/01/2002 05:16 PM 243 views





Fonzie and Jamal, A Love Story By Mike Moon and the rest of Gab



Back in the mid-80's Franklin Jefferson Duke IV (Fonzie to his friends) left his job as lead deep fry operator at the White Castle on 5th and Market joined the South Memphis Traveling Carnival and met his soul mate, Jamal the Pony Boy. Now this isn't one of your New England Liberal hom-I-sexual love stories. This here is a story about two good ol' boys who loved each other without the sex. At least with each other, Jamal never passed up a good looking filly.



Now Jamal didn't have the life of privlege that Fonzie did he; was orphaned at the age of 12 when both his parents died in a workplace accident, for you see they were gunpowder folk, from a long line of gunpowder folk that streched back to the War of Northern Aggression. Being a Thalidomide baby surely didn't help Jamal none. At 3'4 Jamal had only two options, work for Disney or work for the Carnival. He chose the lesser of two evils and became a circus clown. The life of a circus clown is not what Hollywood makes it out to be, the clown groupies typically look like Tom Selleck and Carnie Wilson's love child.





Ok I started it, gave the back ground info, now lets see if we can make it a real story.

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Adrian Von Buttcrack 13,341 13
03/02/2002 07:05 PM

Jamal woke up when the Winnebago hit yet another badger, making the car jump. He pulled the curtains and peeked out from his bunk, he could see Fonzie in the drivers seat. Fonzie was snickering to him self, and pumping his fist in the air, celebrating yet another roadkill.

-God damn it, Fonz. Im trying to sleep back here, you idiot.

-Sorry, Jamal. But you know I cant help it, ever since that Badger bit off my big toe I must kill evey Badger I see. And, besides, having the front of the car smeared with blood really helps in rushhour traffic.

-True, said Jamal as he sat down in the passenger seat and reached for a beer from the halfempty case on the floor. He opened the bottle and throwed the cap out the window, it bounced off of a sign with the text "Dicksville 12".

-Damn, I grew up here, he said. My parents are burried just a few miles away.

-Wanna go see them?

-sure, take the next road to the right.



cont..

 

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Adrian Von Buttcrack 13,341 13
03/02/2002 07:23 PM

A few minutes later the car came to a stop outside the gates to the cementary. Jamal climbed out the door, and emediatly slipped on the remains of the evenings third Badger. The Badgers head was elegantly wedged in the footstep, its belly facing upwards, and its hind legs scraping the tarmack.



Jamal got up and dusted himself off as he spitted in Fonzies direction.

A few minutes later they had located Jamals parents grave. The headstone was pretty small and inexpensive. Engraved on it was the standard phrase, seen on just about every headstone belonging to someone who had died while being employed by The Gunpowder factory.

Fonzie leaned over Jamals shoulder to read it.



"Here and there lies the remains off...<insert name>"

 

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Viscountess Ashe 134 11
03/03/2002 05:01 PM

Jamal snickered to himself as he read the headstone. "you know, the ironic thing was that there really weren't any remains after the bear got through with them two."



"bear?" questioned fonzie.



"yeah, well... it wasn't really a bear as much as it was a maniac serial killer with a chain saw."



"oh." Fonzie was getting quite bored of staring at the lifeless hunks of stone. "Wanna get a bite to eat?"

 

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violent squirrel(mi asno parece un gatito) 0 0
03/03/2002 08:54 PM

suddenly, a huge flying Coleridge falls on them from the sky, dead.

 

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Alienyst 2,371 12
03/31/2002 05:33 PM

and in true Christian fashion, on Easter, they arose from the dead to find themselves with a new mission in life: to educate the population of the world on the evils of public television and of the importance of safe sex with road-kill.



They hadn't quite yet decided which direction to go first, when across their path ...

 

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Viscountess Ashe 134 11
04/01/2002 12:14 PM

the corpse of a televangelist came flying and landed right in front of the two. Jamal smiled at fonzie, and wickedly said, "of, you know what to do with this, don't you??"



Fonzie replied as Kenshin does whilst trying to relpy on Gab, "Uhm. Yeah. I think. Maybe." He stopped , and scratched his armpits. "bury him, like the good christian boys we are?"



"Frost no! we're going to..."

 

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That 80's Peon 6,076 13
04/01/2002 12:48 PM

play Plinko with the body."



They ran over to the studio where The Price Is Right was being taped and snuck in the open stage door. In the darkened backstage area, they saw their favorite games: Mountain Climber, High or Low, and a brand new car. They looked at each other, dropped the body in the Dice game, and decided to go for a cruise in the new Ford Edsel.



Once they got into the car, they realized...

 

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The tard formerly known as wako 12,056 12
04/01/2002 02:53 PM

That bob newhart was feverishly groping bob the announcer in the backseat. It quickly became apparent to them all that...