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Welcome to The A Restaurant in 1948 New York Chatroom!
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Joltin_Joe: /approaches table of Yankees
Hey fellas, what's swell? |
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SnuffyLupagus: Joe! Joe! Di-maggi-o! |
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Lollarskates: We want you on our side! /stands up, pulls out chair |
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Joltin_Joe: What's good to know? |
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BaronVonRaschi: Not much, Joe, just talking to each other in antiquated lingo, eating links and cracker jack or whatever the hell baseball players ate in the forties. |
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Lollarskates: Say, what's with the notebook, Joey? |
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Joltin_Joe: oh, uh, what notebook
/shuffles mead fivestar notebook off of table |
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SnuffyLupagus: s'at a diary? Hey fellas, get this, the Yankee Clipper keeps a dear diary! I mean! |
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BaronVonRaschi: Hey, I bet that's a great way to recall your glory and reveal your stress!
can I read it? |
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Joltin_Joe: if you read you'll judge |
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BaronVonRaschi: Aw nuts, you might as well be carryin' an illustrated book about birds! |
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SnuffyLupagus: what're you writin' bout in yer diary Joey, you writin' about last night's party and which girls ya kissed? I mean! |
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Joltin_Joe: no
I'll read you an excerpt
"Traveling getting to be damn much. Plane food should be fed to pigs." |
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Lollarskates: That's the tooth! Plane food is terrible, I like mine with a little catsup and mustard!
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BaronVonRaschi: Ahhh you rube, he's talking about food on an airplane! |
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Lollarskates: holy smokes, you get food on an airplane |
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SnuffyLupagus: holy smokes, you get to ride in an airplane |
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BaronVonRaschi: wait a minute joe, what the fuck is an airplane |
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Joltin_Joe: those bicycles with big cardboard wings attached to the top |
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Joltin_Joe: Anyway fellas, I'm not writing these journals so every Tom, Dick, and Harry can read them. That's why it's all barely-interesting sentence fragments. |
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Joltin_Joe: I got a lot on my mind and it's been a hell of a struggle, and to be honest, the worst thing I could ever imagine is somebody taking advantage of that when I'm not around. |
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Lollarskates: Fiddlesticks, Joe! What's the worst you can have in there? |
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Joltin_Joe: I don't know, guy, hopes and dreams? Stuff of that nature? |
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SnuffyLupagus: h'yuh! Wishin' he had a copy a mystry date! I bet! I mean! |
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BaronVonRaschi: What kinda stuff are you hopin' and wishin', if you don't mind me asking? |
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Joltin_Joe: I'd like to have a real great baseball record, you know, the type that doesn't get broken until future spacemen reveal the harrowing last days of baseball.
I'd like for him to be overweight and Asian, and look like the Grandmother from the show All-American Girl |
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Lollarskates: well that's pretty specific |
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Joltin_Joe: I'd like to be a spokesman for Heinz 57. I'd like to be around to help out in case a young man is seduced by an older lady. |
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Joltin_Joe: But most of all I'd like to, maybe one day, marry a movie star.
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SnuffyLupagus: ha! I c'n see that!
*reads from diary* "My dream of dreams is to be MRS Desi Arnaz Jr!" |
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Joltin_Joe: HEY, YOU GIVE THAT BACK THIS INSTANT SNUFFY STIRNWEISS!
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Waitress: /approaches table
what'll it be, boys |
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Lollarskates: hot dog |
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BaronVonRaschi: hamburger platter |
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Joltin_Joe: massive pile of pills |
