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Post by Kill on Jun 18, 2005 23:44:28 GMT -5
img.hottopic.com/is/image/HotTopic/299153_hi?wid=199 That's the basic look i was going for with Mo. I know. Random picture, lol. But I was shopping online and I saw this shirt and I wanted it, but then I realized how much this girl reminded me of Mo. Eh. Weird. Bye. lol
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jun 19, 2005 7:42:38 GMT -5
I was going to buy that shirt, but my mom was in some big hurry so she told me I could get it the next time I was at Hot Topic.
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Post by Kill on Jun 19, 2005 13:34:37 GMT -5
I really do want that shirt though. Next Green Day concert, I'll wear it. Tee hee...
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jun 19, 2005 14:40:22 GMT -5
Not if I wear it first...actually, there's a place in my mall where you used to have shirts that said "Save a drum, Bang _____" and you could have them customize the name you put in there. I want to go there and have them put Tre's name in there, but the "Save a Drum, Bang Tre Cool" has become somewhat unoriginal and I don't even know if the place makes those shirts anymore. I'll have to find a new shirt to attract Tre's attention.
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Post by Kill on Jun 19, 2005 17:06:29 GMT -5
Haha. How about..."Tre can crash my cymbal anytime," lmao
I don't even know what I am saying.
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jun 19, 2005 19:35:48 GMT -5
That's amazing. I am soooo putting that on a T-shirt. And when I do, I'll take a picture of it and post it.
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Post by Kill on Jun 19, 2005 22:50:54 GMT -5
Awesome, haha. I thought of some more...Okay I copied some that I never heard of before, lol
Save a bass, play Mike Dirnt
Save a harmonica, blow Billie Joe
Tee hee...
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jun 19, 2005 22:54:45 GMT -5
Those are pretty good. Tre plays the accordian...I wonder if there are any we could come up with for that. We would need to be REALLY creative for that one.
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Post by Kill on Jun 19, 2005 23:03:24 GMT -5
Save an accordian, stretch Tre Cool.
No clue what THAT means, but hey. I tried, lol
OH! BETTER ONE!
Save an accordian, bend Tre Cool. Don't you bend accordians? lol
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jun 19, 2005 23:04:18 GMT -5
I have no idea. I don't play the accordian. I need to do some research on my accordian terminology, then I can come up with a really good one. But then nobody would get it.
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Post by Kill on Jun 20, 2005 21:32:06 GMT -5
Except Tre. And that's the whole point, huh? lol
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jun 20, 2005 21:38:25 GMT -5
Yeah...so maybe I should look into these accordian terms.
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Post by Kill on Jun 21, 2005 22:08:10 GMT -5
Hahahaha. ;D
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Post by Kill on Jul 3, 2005 19:02:52 GMT -5
Billie Joe pulled up minutes later with Joey in the passenger side seat.
"He insisted on coming to see his godfather," Billie laughed and said hello to Mo.
"Hi," Mo said and smiled at Joey.
"Hey, Joey!" Tre gave the kid a high five and then sat down next to Morgana. Billie took off, looking in the rear view mirror once in a while and shooting glares at Tre. Tre tried to read what Billie Joe's eyes were saying but he could only narrow it down to a few things: Where the hell were you? Who the hell is she? and Why the hell does she like you?
The ride was silent execpt for Joey's absent minded report of how kindergarden was going. Once in a while Tre and Billie Joe would have to say something like, "Oh that's nice," or, "Wow, Joey." Mo sat silently looking out the window. Then suddenly Joey said, "Is that your girlfriend, Tre?"
Morgana looked at Tre and then to Joey, who was looking at her strangely.
"Uh, yeah, Joey," Tre went pink and then said, "Her name is Mo."
"Hi, Mo," Joey said, "Isn't that a boy's name?"
"Only if it's given to a boy," Mo said raising her eyebrows at Joey. Billie Joe looked through the mirror again and raised an eyebrow at Tre. He wasn't able to understand how Tre could get Mo, even though she had hated him a while ago. He didn't know about the amnesia.
Joey turned around and thought about what Mo had said to him and the ride was quiet for the remaining five minutes.
"Thanks, man!" Tre said as he shut the door to Billie Joe's car and turned to Mo and his vehicle which was sitting behind her. He opened the door and looked around for the key, as Mo jumped in on the other side. "Check the glove compartment, could you?" he asked Mo, who pulled out a jingling key ring, complete with a tiny snare drum charm and miniature sock monkey.
Tre pulled out of the police station, "Well, where do you want dropped off?"
"Um," Mo looked at him as if he were acting crazy, "Our house."
"Our house?"
"Yeah. Are you feeling okay?" she said reaching to feel Tre's forhead.
"Yeah, yeah," Tre said, "I'm fine. But our house is my house right?"
"Yes, Tre!" Mo laughed a little worried and Tre wondered which one of them really had the amnesia.
"Okay, okay," Tre laughed and then started down the road to his home.
When they arrived Mo got right out of the car and waited for Tre at the front door. He unlocked it and let them both in. "I'm so tired," she said and went directly to Tre's bedroom. How in hell did she know where everything in his house was? Tre didn't ponder on it too much because he was worried about her finding out that none of her clothes were here.
"Uh, Mo!" Tre said following her down the hall. She stopped and turned around to face him, "I sent all of your clothes to the cleaner's. I'll go pick them up now!" He dashed away before Mo was able to question him.
Tre tried to remember where Mo's appartment was and when he reached it he was positive this was it. He went inside and knocked on the first door he saw, which was usually the owner's appartment. "Hi," he said sheepishly as a man without a shirt on and massive chest hair problems stood before him.
"What do you want? Probably want to know if my refrigerator's running or something, you punk!" the man went to shut the door almost, but Tre caught it.
"Actually, no. I wanted to know if I could get into Mor-" Tre was cut off.
"Morgana Larson! She's always playing that racket she calls music and jumping around in her room. Always gets back late and wakes everyone on the second floor up as she goes to bed! Hmph! Why should I tell you what room her's is and let you in?" the man folded his arms.
Tre thought quickly, "I'm her brother, um-Linus. Mom told me to come get her and bring her back home because she doesn't like Morgana living on her own, and all."
"You mean, you're taking her out of here?" the man questioned let the door ease a little towards Tre again.
"Uh, yes," Tre smiled and then the man let go of the door.
"Here," the man threw a key at Tre after searching in his pockets, "This one'll open room 2B, Morgana's room. Get her out of here, please!" With that the hairy chested man slammed the door on Tre and got back to whatever he was doing.
Tre took the stairs two at a time until he had reached the second floor, where room 2A was located. Right next to it was 2B. Tre shoved the locked inside the door handle and jangled it around until the door swung open. The appartment was trashed. Pizza boxes were laying all over the kitchen area and clothes were strung about. Tre spotted two ruby suitcases though and just began shoving every peice of clothing on the floor into one. When that was filled and the floor didn't have lacey thongs and T-shirts scattered over it, he opened the dresser draws and took whatever was in them and put them in the second suitcase. The dresser was empty now too and then second bag full. He thought about other things like money though and grabbed everything that looked somewhat valuble, such as a picture frame, a heavy piggy bank, and a wallet. He shoved all of the trinkets into grocery bags and then grabbed his luggage.
As Tre stumbled down the stairs quietly, yet quickly he tried to remember what the man had said Morgana's last name was. Leons? Lowry? Larrison? Larson? Larson.
Finally Tre slipped the key back under room 1A's door and took everything to his car. Finally he drove off back towards his house with all of Mo's posessions. He hoped she would be happy at his house and that the amnesia wouldn't be gone tomorrow. He didn't want to pack up all of her things again, at least not for a while.
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 3, 2005 19:32:48 GMT -5
Yay! That was good. I was kind of afraid you'd never update this one again.
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