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Ring-Ring. Ring-Ring. “Hallo!” “Hello, Stain Lady?” “Speaking! You mess ‘em we—“ “Whaddya do for sweat stains?” “Ammonia is the ultimate fix for stinky pits! Just dilute a capful—“ “What’ll clean spit?” “Saliva? Welp! Hmm. You cou—“ “Blood. Fluids from the body? Breast milk. Stuff like that.” “Geez, I hope you’re not up to anything nasty, young man!” “…” “Heh. Well now, let me see. If you’ve got meat tenderizer in the cupboard, you can mix that with a little water to take care of most protein-based stains.” “Feces. Urine. More sweat, maybe.” “Do you have an infant or something?” “Whatever comes out of a person by violence. Bile. Stomach acids.” “Heavens.” “Say, Stain Lady. Think you could turn around for me?” [Hulking biker gang dude from phone call crashes through flimsy door to Stain Lady’s den/home office, lunges. Stain Lady shifts considerable weight in mu mu, uses biker dude’s weight against him, tosses him into desk] “Oh, sure! Just because I’m the God-Tootin’ Stain Lady with all the cheap and easy remedies to household stains and I work out of a sleepy home office in Northern Jersey I must be some kind of easy victim for a sick puppy like you, is that right?!!” “My face…” “I WAS going to transfer you to the safe phone for a REAL conversation, but now…oh, no. Now, you will have to be dispatched. And trust me…when I scrub a crime scene, the dirty fucking FEDS aren’t going to find shit when they come sniffin’ around. Do. You. Hear. Me. Scum?” “No…STAIN LADY, PLEEAAASSSEEEEEE…!!!!” CHOOK-CHOOK! CHOOK-CHOOK! CHOOK-CHOOK CHOOK-CHOOK! CHOOK-CHOOK CHOOK-CHOOK! CHOOK-CHOOK CHOOK-CHOOK! CHOOK-CHOOK CHOOK-CHOOK! CHOOK-CHOOK CHOOK-CHOOK! CHOOK-CHOOK CHOOK-CHOOK! CHOOK-CHOOK CHOOK-CHOOK!CHOOK-CHOOK CHOOK-CHOOK!CHOOK-CHOOK! CHOOK-CHOOK! CHOOK-CHOOK! CHOOK-CHOOK! CHOOK-CHOOK! CHOOK-CHOOK! CHOOK-CHOOK! CHOOK-CHOOK! CHOOK-CHOOK! CHOOK-CHOOK! CHOOK-CHOOK! CHOOK-CHOOK! CHOOK-CHOOK! CHOOK-CHOOK! CHOOK-CHOOK! CHOOK-CHOOK! CHOOK-CHOOK! CHOOK-CHOOK! CHOOK-CHOOK! CHOOK-CHOOK! CHOOK-CHOOK! CHOOK-CHOOK! CHOOK-CHOOK! CHOOK-CHOOK! CHOOK-CHOOK! CHOOK-CHOOK! CHOOK-CHOOK! CHOOK-CHOOK! CHOOK-CHOOK! CHOOK-CHOOK! CHOOK-CHOOK! CHOOK-CHOOK! CHOOK-CHOOK! "Ok, hmm. Meat tenderizer. Glycerin...lemon juice. Club soda...."
Date Written: January 25, 2005
Author: Dick Vomit
Comments:
01/25/2005 TheBuyer (2):
01/25/2005 Streifenbeuteldachs (4): Last couple paras made this one!
01/25/2005 Moe-Ron (5):
01/25/2005 qualcomm (1):
01/25/2005 Will Disney (2): actually i liked this one more than 2 stars but its all i gots left - sorry!
01/25/2005 Litcube (2): Bloop.
01/25/2005 Streifenbeuteldachs: CHOOK-CHOOK! CHOOK-CHOOK!
01/25/2005 Mr. Pony (5):
01/25/2005 The Rid (2): Great until "Whatever comes out of a person by violence." Then it's all downhill.
01/25/2005 Benny Maniacs (3): I would have givin this a four but I ran out.
01/25/2005 scoop (5):
01/25/2005 John Slocum (1): long and clunky, forced a bit?
01/25/2005 Jawbreaker (2): I like this one until the end.
01/25/2005 scoop:
01/25/2005 Dick Vomit: Is this a sweat act or did I phone it in? Not sure.