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Post by Brooklyn on Aug 4, 2007 11:52:55 GMT -5
Brooklyn walked in and plopped down on the couch. "Oi vey..." she said as she flipped on the tv. She was exhausted from a long day at work. Thank goodness it was Kayla's night to provide food.
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Post by Race on Aug 4, 2007 11:55:54 GMT -5
Kayla walked in,slinging Chinese take-out on the coffee table, "There's ya food." she muttered,throwing her bag on a chair. "Hey Brookly,it illigal to murder your boss?" she yelled from the kitchen.
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Post by Brooklyn on Aug 4, 2007 11:57:20 GMT -5
"Kinda...why?" Brooklyn asked anxiously, hoping Kayla hadn't already done so.
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Post by Race on Aug 4, 2007 12:02:32 GMT -5
"I'm thinkin' bout killin' mine," Kayla said, "I get another freakin' headline ta write on like "Farmer Leon's cow has two headed calf" He's gunna find himself at the bottom of the Hudson." She started digging around in the cupboards to heat up the take-out,and had left the eye on the stove on, "Who knew crap like that was in New York!?"
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Post by Brooklyn on Aug 4, 2007 12:08:39 GMT -5
Brooklyn laughed, keeping a close eye on the stove. "I know how ya feel. I almost killed somone today at work..."
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Post by Race on Aug 4, 2007 12:12:34 GMT -5
"All you gotta do is cut peoples hair." Kayla said, "I gotta put up wit some fat old smelly guy with a temper like Tony Sopranos,yellin all the time "Ya got that spread ready yet?" and "Where's dat story on whatever I pull outta my rear and make ya write!" Caro me,he's askin' for it."
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Post by Brooklyn on Aug 4, 2007 12:14:50 GMT -5
"Oh you wouldn't last one minute at my job," Brooklyn said.
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Post by Race on Aug 4, 2007 12:15:24 GMT -5
"Yeah,cause someone in there would go out with a mowhawk." Kayla said,laughing.
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Post by Brooklyn on Aug 4, 2007 12:37:47 GMT -5
"It's not just that...the people are rude, you gotta stand up all day, and the kids are annoying as crap! 'I want it shorter...' 'now it's too short...' You got it easy," Brooklyn said.
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Post by Race on Aug 4, 2007 13:06:19 GMT -5
"Surprised you having stabbed them to death with scissors yet." Kayla said,laughing.
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Post by Brooklyn on Aug 4, 2007 13:13:58 GMT -5
"Oh I came close today. This wmoan comes in wanting a trim and then highlights. I worked on her for an hour and a half and when I was finally done, you know what she says? 'This isn't the color I wanted...' I was about to..." she trailed off as the stove eye burst into flames.
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Post by Race on Aug 4, 2007 13:18:46 GMT -5
"Sorry.." Kayla muttered,reaching for the fire extenguisher and spraying the eye with it,just as the fire alarm in the apartment went off,and the cursing of their Italian landowner could be heard downstairs. "Ah crap..." she said, "That's another guy i'd like ta whack."
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Post by Brooklyn on Aug 4, 2007 13:20:21 GMT -5
"I'd help ya with him..." Brooklyn muttered.
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Post by Race on Aug 4, 2007 13:40:26 GMT -5
The apartment door shot open and in came Max Conlon,screaming at them in Italian about setting the apartment on fire."Ogni volta che li giro intorno le ragazze stanno saltando il qualcos'altro in su. Particolarmente quello che PISTA! Il mio dio. sono fixin per gettargli entrambi fuori!"
Kayla screamed back at him,having invested in Italian tapes to learn how to speak it."Conservazione dell'OH i vostri pantaloni su voi deficiente. Così che cosa, io non sono cucina orientata. Perché non fare andare spingete quella testa grassa di il vostro nella salsa di pasta. Migliorare tuttavia Fettucini Alfredo!"
{{translation: Everytime I turn around you girls are blowing something else up. Especially that that RACETRACK! My god. i'm fixin' to throw both of you out! }}
((Kayla: Oh keep your pants on you moron. So what, i'm not kitchen oriented. Why don't you go shove that fat head of yours into pasta sauce. Better yet Fettucini Alfredo!))
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Post by Brooklyn on Aug 4, 2007 13:45:13 GMT -5
Brooklyn watched, trying not to laugh.
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