Monday, November 29, 2010

TheLoneStranger

TheLoneStranger
TheLoneStranger
“This girl looks like she sick. She need some help.” OH GOD NO she yells don't stop to HELP me WHO was the Masked Man he left me like this WHO oh WHO was on the silver horse he took my savings. My namme is Nell this is my story. He is so Pretty. Eye swooned. He looks just like the Ranger eye AllwAys fantasized about him. He took off his mask then YUCK who is it now some old Man the kind of homeless looking old Man women do never go for. He told me he needed some money just for bread not for drinking or for smoking eye suppose they still get bread out on the home on the range General store. When eye reached up to get the cokkie jar open he grabbed the cokkie jar then took off on the horse he was laughing like the madman on TV he cackling with glee the horse was even snickering eye heard him Say with the loud voice lets go find Tonto SIlver. Cmon Big Felloe. We got the Silver from the girl. Hehehehehehehe. Now me with the Indian companion will be dancing in the Moonlight drinking rum tonight. Nell cast her eyes up to the passing stranger on the horse named Scout will he dismount? then he tells her “this not your lucky Day Nell girl.” YOU knoe you almost heard him just now you knoe just how he does the deadpan sound of Indian companion of the Lone Stranger.

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