Rose looks over the screen of her G-5 at ML just as she mentions telling chocolate stories. She carefully stands up and looks sternly over the few assembled in the cabin. Taking a deep breath, she begins a story of past times and heroic deeds...
"It was a hot and sunny day out in the wilderness, on the plains, with no ocean in sight, which really bugged me for some reason, but that is another story for another themed party thing. There were 23 of us in all, mostly people from the city or prairie like this, therefore all unaccustomed to the forest we were traveling through, except for myself. Moral was low on this day we had taken to rest, we all needed something, a pep ralley, a moral booster! So, as I stood at the front of our makeshift camp, and I sang this song, as loudly as I could.
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Chocolate~ Buddy Wasisname and the Other Fellers
When your feet feel like they're made of stones and your bones are full of lead.
When your muscles feel like they're galvanized and there's concrete in your head.
When your blood flows like molasses, and you can't add two and two.
When the top looks like the bottom, and orange looks like blue.
When you feel like you're hungover, but you didn't drink last night.
And your eyes are like a roadmap, and your underwear feels tight.
Gravity seems to multiply and your organs are on strike,
You're in sudden death overtime and the wheels are off your bike.
You need some CHOCOLATE! Soft creamy chocolate!
Some chocolate ice cream, and chocolate mousse!
Some chocolate cheesecake, Bavarian chocolate!
Bring on the chocolate! We need a boost!
Now they say it gives us pimples, it's addictive and it stains.
It makes us fat and hyper, and clogs up all our veins,
It puts migrains in our noggins, and it's worse than cigarettes.
But all those things are easier than having a chocolate fit.
Now there's lots of medical evidence to support our point of view.
It's not all psycological, good news for me and you.
It affects our seratonum, which reduces aches and pains,
And does all sorts of cool things,
To the chemistry of our brains!
Good old CHOCOLATE! Dark chewy chocolate!
Nanaimo snack bars, chocolate eclaires!
Hot chocolate sundaes, sweet chocolate milkshakes!
Bring on the chocolate!
We need a boost!
Now they say we're chocoholics, and we've got a legitimate beef,
And that we should allow the government to be funding for relief.
Now if you can keep a secret, just leave it up to me,
I'll take the funds and build us, a chocolate factory.
And if life should get too heavy, we decide to end it all,
We won't do it with a pistol, drugs or alcohol.
We'll just take a thousand dollars, to a nice desert cafe,
Eat a dump truck load of chocolate, and do ourselves away.
Because we love CHOCOLATE! Mouthwatering chocolate!
Blackforest cheesecake, and chocolate torte!
Some chocolate rum balls, sweet chocolate windfalls,
Bring on the chocolate! We need a boost!
Bring on the chocolate....yeah....WE NEED A BOOST!
~The End~
Rose sits back down, unnerved by everyone's stares. She sinks down in her seat, mumbling nearly inaudably to herself and blushing furiously. She glances up. "Okay, now you lot have to tell one!"
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From the depths of mystery and a email long deceased I have returned. Those who remember me shall wonder, and those who don't will too. Behold, for it is I, Corkmaster, reincarnated!
(This message has been edited by elven_rose81 (edited 08-02-2003).)
