Who do you "stalk" on BYC?

[BrattishTaz]

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You need one of these to get around faster.

 

[EmtheFishLady]

I'm not sure what that is, but I doubt I want any part of it.

 

[gritsar]

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It's a stargate I think. Like the one on Stargate Atlantis. One of DH''s favorite shows.

 

[BrattishTaz]

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It's a stargate I think. Like the one on Stargate Atlantis. One of DH''s favorite shows.

Very good Gritty. I got it in the "Stargate" smiley section. I figured it would help Em get around BYC and make stalking easier.

 

[EmtheFishLady]

Couldn't I just...I dunno...walk?

 

[gritsar]

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Why walk when you were given your very own stargate?

P.S. I don't watch much TV, but I have glanced up often enough when DH is watching it to know there's some very strange things on the other side of that stargate.

 

[BrattishTaz]

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You are the one that said you were lazy.

 

[Spookwriter]

Stalking at Backyard Chickens is all fun and games.

What I'm going to tell you, happened a long time ago.
It's one of those nice memories in life somebody leaves
you with.

A long time ago, I had a younger brother. His name was
Mike, and I guess he's been gone twenty seven years this
month. A long time, and only yesterday.

Mike was a shy, quiet brother. He liked girls but he had
a problem actually meeting one. Being the brother that I
am, I tried to help him out when I could.

There was a girl he liked once. I had just gotten my drivers
license, so that would put Mike about fourteen. This girl,
she was in his class at school, and poor old Mike liked her
but he was just to shy to talk to her.

We would cruise town in the evening, and this girl would be
in the park, or walking down the street. Mike was always watching
for her. Be honest, I was watching for her too. She was really
quite pretty.

Mike was just lovestruck with her. We would follow her home.
Mike use to follow her around at the football games. Loved to
go roller skating because he knew she would be there.

He just never found the courage to talk to her. Like Charlie Brown
and the little red-haired girl.

So I helped him out.

Mike and I were crusing town one Saturday afternoon, just loafing.
I remember it like yesterday. One of those hot July days. We had been
to the local hangout, riding around town drinking our cokes, doing nothing.

There she was. Walking down State Street. We slowed down to enjoy
the view. She had that walk that only young girls have. We went aroung
the block three or four times.

She was heading for the parkfront, over by the river. Long bench ran the
legenth of the park and people would set there under the shade trees
and watch the boats go by.

That's exactly what she did. She picked a spot almost in the middle of
the block.

We rolled by a few times, scoping her out.

Mike really wanted to talk to his girl, he just didn't know how.

I was about to help him out.

We made one more pass around the park. Mike was watching her and I was
checking the area out.

Nobody else around. The coast was clear.

I was slow rolling around the park. When I made the final turn towards
her, I open that Plymouth up. Nothing on earth sounds like a 440 under
full throttle. I had her attention now.

We were coming in fast.

I locked the brakes, slid that big Plymouth to the curb right in front of
her. Mike and I threw the doors open, rushed towards her. She froze, then
started to stand up. Too little, too late.

We had her. Never saying a word, we grabbed her and stuffed her in the
front seat. Mike jumped in, I ran around and dove under the wheel and
dropped that car in low gear. Made us a big u-turn in the street, burning
rubber and I was leaving town.

I had kidnapped my bother a girlfriend, and she wasn't the least bit
happy about it. She was lettin us know she wasn't happy too, screaming
in my ear and trying to beat us to death.

I was laughing. She wasn't. Matter of fact I think she was somewhat upset,
judging by her screaming.

We took her up to Mound Hill, outside of town a few miles.

She was still trying to beat us up.

You ever try too drive your car with some crazy girl beating you over the
head? She may of been pretty, but that girl was mean.

She finally calmed down enough for me to explain to her that I wasn't really
kidnapping her, but that my brother thought she was cute and just wanted to
talk to her. He was just shy.

We took her back to town in a little while. After I introduced them to each
other, and she calmed down enough to stop trying to kill me.

In the end, we took her back to town and bought her a coke.

We took her back to park, she and Mike set and drank their soda and talked.
They even went to the movies a few times.

And that, my friends, is a true story of stalking, kidnapping and how I was
a most good big brother.

That was a long time ago.

 

[BrattishTaz]

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Um ..... I think I fear you a bit right now.

 

[Spookwriter]

I'm afraid I'm a bit too slow to catch a young girl these days, Taz.
I'm not that nimble on my walker.

You're safe, young Taz.