Ok, I think this boycott needs...A Fiction Thread.

This looks like a job for me,
The L-I-T-T-L-E-MISS-G.

It was a cold November night and Prince was surrounded by a bank of computers. He was searching and searching for anything that could be a reference, mention, or image of himself.

Prince said....

Why doesn't the org have a Fan Fiction thread anyway?

Soon there's loud banging at the door...."OPEN UP WE KNOW YOUR IN THERE!...YOU CAN KEEP HIDING!!"

Why is thread over here? Wrong forum!

"Who's there?"

Behind him stood hundreds of people wearing black PFU t-shirts.
They weren't happy.

Prince said....

"oh shit. It's my crazy ass fams and they look mad. I better call back up"


"Larry....."

A sinister, deep throated, mechanical breathing could be heard on the other end of the line.

It was .... Darth Graham.

"I thought I told you to stay on the mothership", Larry said.

"meh eyuk meh eyuk, gobble gooble guck." Prince said stuttering from nervousness, "They're still decorating my quarters up on the mothership, and apparently the leather sofas I found at the little boutique store in Milan, didn't make it through customs, as they're made from the skin of former Fams. "


"Why have you called?" Larry interuppted impatiently?


"Because", Prince replied nervously twirly his curly black hair, courtesy of Revlon color #117 to hide the grey, "I think the rebels are moving in on us."


"Oh?" Larry responds. "It's time to execute order 319."

"Execute order 319?" Prince asks.

"Yes, and I've sent the perfect agent to help you to execute that order..."


Prince turns around realizing he wasn't alone in the room. Over his shoulder, in high heeled pumps, a supertight corsette, and fishnets, stood....



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stood Tony M.

"Tony?" Prince said.

"yeah man..i got u son. Dont even worry about it"

Tony grabs a mic that magically appeared in his pocket( ) and said


"The funkier I be the funkier I get, oh shit
lickety split on the lyric a new jack in the pulpit"


Thats when the fams begin running for their lives.

Imago said:

A sinister, deep throughted, mechanical breathing could be heard on the other end of the line.

It was .... Darth Graham.

"I thought I told you to stay on the mothership", Larry said.

"meh eyuk meh eyuk, gobble gooble guck." Prince said stuttering from nervousness, "They're still decorating my quarters up on the mothership, and apparently the leather sofas I found at the little boutique store in Milan, did make it through customs, as they're made from the skin of former Fams. "


"Why have you called?" Larry interuppted impatiently?


"Because", Prince replied nervously twirly his curly black hair, courtesy of Revlon color #117 to hide the grey, "I think the rebels are moving in on us."


"Oh?" Larry responds. "It's time to execute order 319."

"Execute order 319?" Prince asks.

"Yes, and I've sent the perfect agent to help you to execute that order..."


Prince turns around realizing he wasn't alone in the room. Over his shoulder, in high heeled pumps, a supertight corsette, and fishnets, stood....

DanceWme said:

stood Tony M.

"Tony?" Prince said.

"yeah man..i got u son. Dont even worry about it"

Tony grabs a mic that magically appeared in his pocket( ) and said


"The funkier I be the funkier I get, oh shit
lickety split on the lyric a new jack in the pulpit"


Thats when the fams begin running for their lives.

A greasy KFC bucket.

" any of y'all got some hot sauce? "

"hot sauce?" Tony asked.

"yeah u heard me boy. And didnt I hear u talkin to someone? Who was it?"


"uh uh uh nobody. I was just rapping. U wanna hear it? "


"hell no i dont wanna hear u rap boy..i gotta go find me some hot sauce burp"

Right then Patti walked out the door.

"Hey P" Tony said. "Patti left"


Right then.....

Imago said:

DanceWme said:

stood Tony M.

"Tony?" Prince said.

"yeah man..i got u son. Dont even worry about it"

Tony grabs a mic that magically appeared in his pocket( ) and said


"The funkier I be the funkier I get, oh shit
lickety split on the lyric a new jack in the pulpit"


Thats when the fams begin running for their lives.

Prince stared at Tony M, who was still dressed in the tight corsette, fishnets, and 6 inch pumps.

"What are you doing in my honeymoon outfit?"

"Sorry, P." Tony replied, "But Larry makes we wear this when we witness door to door in Greenich Village. He claims it's the best way to get the message through."

"What the hell is all this????" a voice in the cried out from just beyond the night time field of vision.

It was Patti Labelle.

"Oh Shit, " Prince said, "hide me!!!"
"Why? " Tony asked.
"Cause I lost the tourquoise necklass and matching dangling triangular earings she let me borrow."

"P, you a big ass chicken!"


"Chicken?" Pattie called out, her voice now closer, "Chile, I love me some chicken...."


Patti stepped out into the light, carrying in her hand....

Right then, totally unprovoked, and without any warning, Tony was upon Prince with his body pressed hard against Prince's, his toungue searching the inner workings of Prince's mouth.

Prince could taste the taco bell that Tony had for lunch as he was being given what might as well have been a dental/oral exam by his talented protege. And although it kind of grossed him out to taste chicken, cheese, and guacamole mixed together in tony's long, probing, tongue, it also made Prince realize what he had been missing for the last 7 years, both meat and manmeat.

Their hearts were racing now, Prince's eyes locked on Tony's, both quickly taking their clothes off.

"God damn, P, I can't get this corsette off." Tony said sweating and struggling to crawl out of it.
Prince, very familiar with undoing such things had helped Tony slip out of it.

Tony helped P out of his Osh Gosh shoes and KangaRoo udnerwear, and before long both men were completely naked.

They rolled, they panted, they kissed, embraced in a tight, sweaty, steamy lock of love. Within seconds Tony was inside him, moving his pulsating pillar of passion with the speed of a runaway train--and not the jankity Amtrack type either--I'm talking Eurostar all the way people!
"Tony!"
"P!"
"Oh Tony!"
"P!"
"Oh Tony!"
"P! P! P!"
"Tony, take a dump on me now!!!"



"What did you say P?" Tony asked.
"erm... nothing. Um.. where were we?"
"Did you say dump?" Tony asked mortified, "like as in shit?"
"What's the matter, are you chicken?" Prince asked.


"chicken?" a voice from the other room yelled out, "Chile I just love me some chicken..."


....
[Edited 1/26/08 12:15pm]

Meanwhile...

LittlemissG was busy selling a bridge, the Brooklyn Bridge, to darrenj.

"Just sign here, and give me the cashier check. You'll make your money back in no time with a toll booth."

Darrenj signed and before the ink was dry LittlemissG had disappeared with the check.

Thinking to herself as she ran, "I'm going to use this money to...."
[Edited 11/9/07 11:36am]

littlemissG said:

Meanwhile...

LittlemissG was buzy sell a bridge, the Brooklyn Bridge, to darrenj.

"Just sign here and give me the cashier check. You'll make your money back in no time with a toll booth."

Darrenj signed and before the ink was dry LittlemissG had disappeared with the check.

"I'm going to use this money to...."

Imago said:

Right then, totally unprovoked, and without any warning, Tony was upon Prince with his body pressed hard against Prince's, his toungue searching the inner workings of Prince's mouth.

Prince could taste the taco bell that Tony had for lunch as he was being given what might as well have been a dental/oral exam by his talented protege. And although it kind of grossed him out to taste chicken, cheese, and guacamole mixed together in tony's long, probing, tongue, it also made Prince realize what he had been missing for the last 7 years, both meat and manmeat.

There hearts were racing now, Prince's eyes locked on Tony's, both quickly taking their clothes off.

"God damn, P, I can't get this corsette off." Tony said sweating and struggling to crawl out of it.
Prince, very familiar with undoing such things had helped Tony slip out of it.

Tony help P out of his Osh Gosh shoes and KangaRoo udnerwear, and before long both men were completely naked.

The rolled, the panted, they kissed, embrassed in a tight, sweaty, steamy lock of love. Within seconds Tony was inside him, moving his pulsating pillar of passion with the speed of a runaway train--and not the jankity Amtrack type either--I'm talking Eurostar all the way people!
"Tony!"
"P!"
"Oh Tony!"
"P!"
"Oh Tony!"
"P! P! P!"
"Tony, take a dump on me now!!!"



"What did you say P?" Tony asked.
"erm... nothing. Um.. where were we?"
"Did you say dump?" Tony asked mortified, "like as in shit?"
"What's the matter, are you chicken?" Prince asked.


"chicken?" a voice from the other room yelled out, "Chile I just love me some chicken..."


....
[Edited 11/9/07 11:35am]

DanceWme said:

Imago said:

Right then, totally unprovoked, and without any warning, Tony was upon Prince with his body pressed hard against Prince's, his toungue searching the inner workings of Prince's mouth.

Prince could taste the taco bell that Tony had for lunch as he was being given what might as well have been a dental/oral exam by his talented protege. And although it kind of grossed him out to taste chicken, cheese, and guacamole mixed together in tony's long, probing, tongue, it also made Prince realize what he had been missing for the last 7 years, both meat and manmeat.

There hearts were racing now, Prince's eyes locked on Tony's, both quickly taking their clothes off.

"God damn, P, I can't get this corsette off." Tony said sweating and struggling to crawl out of it.
Prince, very familiar with undoing such things had helped Tony slip out of it.

Tony help P out of his Osh Gosh shoes and KangaRoo udnerwear, and before long both men were completely naked.

The rolled, the panted, they kissed, embrassed in a tight, sweaty, steamy lock of love. Within seconds Tony was inside him, moving his pulsating pillar of passion with the speed of a runaway train--and not the jankity Amtrack type either--I'm talking Eurostar all the way people!
"Tony!"
"P!"
"Oh Tony!"
"P!"
"Oh Tony!"
"P! P! P!"
"Tony, take a dump on me now!!!"



"What did you say P?" Tony asked.
"erm... nothing. Um.. where were we?"
"Did you say dump?" Tony asked mortified, "like as in shit?"
"What's the matter, are you chicken?" Prince asked.


"chicken?" a voice from the other room yelled out, "Chile I just love me some chicken..."


....
[Edited 11/9/07 11:35am]

(i just shitted on myself Dan. Thanks)


Patti walked back into the room where she had left her purse and saw the two sexin up a black sweat.

She yelled .....



I cant finish

Imago, what do you do for a job?
[Edited 11/9/07 11:44am]

darrenj said:

littlemissG said:

darrenj said:

littlemissG said:

Imago replied, "I'm LittlemissG's Boy Toy, and I also a computer geek. That's how I was able to design this to stop Prince from controlling the internet. It's a program that will allow us to...."

That's uncanny, me too. No expert tho, done my A+ cert last year !

Done little bit of web stuff too.

Thanks.

littlemissG said:

darrenj said:

That's uncanny, me too. No expert tho, done my A+ cert last year !

Done little bit of web stuff too.

Thanks.

You're my Boy Toy too?

DanceWme said:

Imago said:

Right then, totally unprovoked, and without any warning, Tony was upon Prince with his body pressed hard against Prince's, his toungue searching the inner workings of Prince's mouth.

Prince could taste the taco bell that Tony had for lunch as he was being given what might as well have been a dental/oral exam by his talented protege. And although it kind of grossed him out to taste chicken, cheese, and guacamole mixed together in tony's long, probing, tongue, it also made Prince realize what he had been missing for the last 7 years, both meat and manmeat.

There hearts were racing now, Prince's eyes locked on Tony's, both quickly taking their clothes off.

"God damn, P, I can't get this corsette off." Tony said sweating and struggling to crawl out of it.
Prince, very familiar with undoing such things had helped Tony slip out of it.

Tony help P out of his Osh Gosh shoes and KangaRoo udnerwear, and before long both men were completely naked.

The rolled, the panted, they kissed, embrassed in a tight, sweaty, steamy lock of love. Within seconds Tony was inside him, moving his pulsating pillar of passion with the speed of a runaway train--and not the jankity Amtrack type either--I'm talking Eurostar all the way people!
"Tony!"
"P!"
"Oh Tony!"
"P!"
"Oh Tony!"
"P! P! P!"
"Tony, take a dump on me now!!!"



"What did you say P?" Tony asked.
"erm... nothing. Um.. where were we?"
"Did you say dump?" Tony asked mortified, "like as in shit?"
"What's the matter, are you chicken?" Prince asked.


"chicken?" a voice from the other room yelled out, "Chile I just love me some chicken..."


....
[Edited 11/9/07 11:35am]

(i just shitted on myself Dan. Thanks)


Patti walked back into the room where she had left her purse and saw the two sexin up a black sweat.

She yelled .....



I cant finish

dammmit, I'd love to contribute guys but I cant because of the writers strike...

Imago is the shit!!!

littlemissG said:

Meanwhile...

LittlemissG was busy selling a bridge, the Brooklyn Bridge, to darrenj.

"Just sign here, and give me the cashier check. You'll make your money back in no time with a toll booth."

Darrenj signed and before the ink was dry LittlemissG had disappeared with the check.

Thinking to herself as she ran, "I'm going to use this money to...."
[Edited 11/9/07 11:36am]

where she spits on him with such venom, he's soaked in sputum and drowning, and
the swimming skills needs help from .....

.....Salma Hayak..yup...she's in charge with her strong thighs and voluptuous breasts and she's now producing a music video with P needing to be swimming in a pool of liquid....only not what he imagined.....
Mount Vesuvious and lava...that wasn't in the script! So much for Europe! Time to take the Concorde back. and a new producer...
OK. So Concorde's dontfly anymore, what with the price of fuel.
Greece is a hop, skip and jump away...a yacht will do.....
[Edited 11/9/07 21:22pm]

Not seeing any connections that are going to zip me back to the homeland.....going to have to keep the Greeks at the back of my mind on "sucking up" with payback later, for situations like this.....this country has the most shipping billionaires, and I don't know any with a yacht??? where the hell's Donatella?
there's gonna have to be a change in my life.....
[Edited 11/9/07 23:20pm]

a commercial flight home on TWA.....no 1st class seats...shit!Cattle Call.....this is the last time I f'n travel to Europe...they can kiss my ass good bye. After all those publicity freebies, the overall take was enough to have me suing SOMEBODY.... I just have to figure out who....Probably myself....that's going to be a challenging battle....
[Edited 11/9/07 21:49pm]