Once upon a time...
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Running from the law (again!), the Toothpicks ride the high seas in style. Anyone who's anyone on the lam drinks canned champagne.
"Bonnie" claims the hide-out is this way. But is she just pulling another con? Fucking grifters.
"Clyde" is so high-maitnance. In such a cheap, time-consuming sort of way. Having stolen brvhrt's sunglasses, he decides those shades suck and he need new ones. At $13 bucks a pop, "Clyde" is horrified when they break not 15 minutes later. Mindless of the video-surveillance, he returns to the store and exchanges the broken for the not-so-broken. woo. the "shop" smells a rat, but does nothing.
A quick stop for some liquid courage. Obviously "Bonnie" feels that a 32 oz. drink will really do the trick. Like the old saying goes, if the drink is bigger than your head, you must believe the drink is....uhhh....smaller. But she succeeds in finishing. Waste not, want not.
They both pass out.
The next day, they hike into the jungle to meet up with the...uh... supply plane. And take some arty-farty pictures.
They also work on their stand-up routine. To no avail.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Get it? It's, like, sexy plants! *obnoxius fake laughter*
They enter the "Wrigley Memorial at the Catalina Island Botanical Gardens" GUNS DRAWN! And comment on the view. Alas, the supply plane has flaked out, due to beautiful weather. Back to town for more drinks.
Their hide-out is decked out with lamps AND blankets. But this relationship is on the rocks...
Even a visit to the most romantic spot on the island leaves "Clyde" feeling low. "Bonnie" gets violent. And "Clyde" claims she's crossed the line.
(insert long, drawn out, intense gun battle.)
To celebrate the winning of the long, drawn out, intense gun battle, the two go out to dinner and get nice and drunk.
As they are finally escaping the island and all the adventures they had there, "Bonnie" is forced to beat several bad guys with a golf putter. But that is a whole other story.....
Running from the law (again!), the Toothpicks ride the high seas in style. Anyone who's anyone on the lam drinks canned champagne.
"Bonnie" claims the hide-out is this way. But is she just pulling another con? Fucking grifters.
"Clyde" is so high-maitnance. In such a cheap, time-consuming sort of way. Having stolen brvhrt's sunglasses, he decides those shades suck and he need new ones. At $13 bucks a pop, "Clyde" is horrified when they break not 15 minutes later. Mindless of the video-surveillance, he returns to the store and exchanges the broken for the not-so-broken. woo. the "shop" smells a rat, but does nothing.
A quick stop for some liquid courage. Obviously "Bonnie" feels that a 32 oz. drink will really do the trick. Like the old saying goes, if the drink is bigger than your head, you must believe the drink is....uhhh....smaller. But she succeeds in finishing. Waste not, want not.
They both pass out.
The next day, they hike into the jungle to meet up with the...uh... supply plane. And take some arty-farty pictures.
They also work on their stand-up routine. To no avail.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Get it? It's, like, sexy plants! *obnoxius fake laughter*
They enter the "Wrigley Memorial at the Catalina Island Botanical Gardens" GUNS DRAWN! And comment on the view. Alas, the supply plane has flaked out, due to beautiful weather. Back to town for more drinks.
Their hide-out is decked out with lamps AND blankets. But this relationship is on the rocks...
Even a visit to the most romantic spot on the island leaves "Clyde" feeling low. "Bonnie" gets violent. And "Clyde" claims she's crossed the line.
(insert long, drawn out, intense gun battle.)
To celebrate the winning of the long, drawn out, intense gun battle, the two go out to dinner and get nice and drunk.
As they are finally escaping the island and all the adventures they had there, "Bonnie" is forced to beat several bad guys with a golf putter. But that is a whole other story.....
Tune in next time......
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