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April 1, 2007
Welcome to Kissimmee, Florida!
EWrestling.Org Presents GRINDER IX!
Avoiding the Guards
[At this point, there was no way you were going to admit to anything, and if this security moron was going to catch you, he would have to figure it out himself.]
You: No sir.
Security Guard #2: Hold your arms out.
[After a quick scan, you are motioned through the turnstiles, and you are going inside! Officially walking into The Kissimmee Sports Arena with you brand new bootleg BACW t-shirt, drugs, booze, and a seat, the day couldn’t get any crazier! Entering the carnival like atmosphere, your eyes never saw a more beautiful sight. With tears about to rain down your face, you are grabbed you from behind.]
Dude: Nice job Marv, now it’s time to give me my stuff back!
You: The faster I get this stuff off my body, the happier I’m going to be.
[He points in the direction of nearest restrooms, and once inside, you both go into the same stall. Removing your shoes, the flasks are turned over, and just as you are about to unzip your pants, it dawns on you, THIS GUY IS A DUDE!]
You: Yeah, I’m not taking off my pants with you so close.
Dude: WHAT!?
You: You heard me!
Dude: Ugh! [Whispering] I’ll be right outside this stall and watching you!
[Opening the door and slamming it behind him, you retrieve the small plastic bag and collecting yourself from the rather odd experience, you exit by pushing the door open. Moving towards the sink where your acquaintance is waiting, the conversation picks up again.]
You: Here you go dude, now I’m done right?
Dude: Deals a deal, enjoy the show.
[You turn but a voice summons you back like Satan to the innocent.]
Dude: Hey, we have plenty, want to get high?
Make your decision:
[YES]
[NO]
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