The Tragic death of Mrs. Johnson
Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2010 7:37 am
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The Tragic death of Mrs. Johnson
When the emergency response team arrived, they found Mrs. Johnson’s computer open to one of those elicit paid chat rooms.
This is what was on the screen ...
. . . . . . . Al’s Vacuum Emporium
. . . Discrete Chatting for those who like to get a little dirty*
Dr. Clean - I’m in your bathroom, it's warm warm in here and I'm all alone...
Dirty Ms. J. - Uh huh - what exactly are you doing in there all alone!?
Dr. C. -I’m windowexing your mirror
Ms. J. -Mmmm ...nice
...… squeeze that pump bottle
Dr. C. -Ohhh I am baby - it's splashing all over the mirror!!!
Ms. J. -Uhhh huh!!!
Dr. C. -I’m unrolling the paper towel
Ms. J. -Mmmm
Dr. C -It's the quilted kind
Ms. J. -Ohhhh my god...
Dr. C. -I’m polishing from left to right
Ms. J. -That’s right baby – Faster!
Dr. C -I’m rubbing faster – I’m making shorter circular motions
Ms. J. -ohhh ya
. . . . .Harder baby harder!!!!!
Dr. C. -Ya baby harder too – the toothpaste spit marks have completely disappeared and there’s not a single streak!
Ms. J. -Oh my god – its so shiny!!!
Dr. C. -Yeah baby – next I’m going to do the facet … but first, just let me put this toilet seat down
Ms. J. - afsdfar…
It was apparently at this point that poor Mrs. Johnsons heart gave out.
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*free chat time to men with brooms
note - loosely based on a joke [/color]
The Tragic death of Mrs. Johnson
When the emergency response team arrived, they found Mrs. Johnson’s computer open to one of those elicit paid chat rooms.
This is what was on the screen ...
. . . . . . . Al’s Vacuum Emporium
. . . Discrete Chatting for those who like to get a little dirty*
Dr. Clean - I’m in your bathroom, it's warm warm in here and I'm all alone...
Dirty Ms. J. - Uh huh - what exactly are you doing in there all alone!?
Dr. C. -I’m windowexing your mirror
Ms. J. -Mmmm ...nice
...… squeeze that pump bottle
Dr. C. -Ohhh I am baby - it's splashing all over the mirror!!!
Ms. J. -Uhhh huh!!!
Dr. C. -I’m unrolling the paper towel
Ms. J. -Mmmm
Dr. C -It's the quilted kind
Ms. J. -Ohhhh my god...
Dr. C. -I’m polishing from left to right
Ms. J. -That’s right baby – Faster!
Dr. C -I’m rubbing faster – I’m making shorter circular motions
Ms. J. -ohhh ya
. . . . .Harder baby harder!!!!!
Dr. C. -Ya baby harder too – the toothpaste spit marks have completely disappeared and there’s not a single streak!
Ms. J. -Oh my god – its so shiny!!!
Dr. C. -Yeah baby – next I’m going to do the facet … but first, just let me put this toilet seat down
Ms. J. - afsdfar…
It was apparently at this point that poor Mrs. Johnsons heart gave out.
- -
*free chat time to men with brooms
note - loosely based on a joke [/color]