Pumpkin in a can . . . who woulda thought it could be so good for ya?

As the Bloody family jalopy made it’s way back to the Bloody household, the discussion raged from conventional social behaviour to potential recipe ideas for the future.

B: I am absolutely disgusted to be associated with this family.
A: We didn’t exactly ask to be lumbered with you either.
B: That’s not what I mean smart guy. If it hadn’t been for the fact that the supermarket was air-conditioned, we all would have been run out of town.
O: Yeh, I’m with B on this one. You guys stink. I’ve smelled dead rats that were more aromatic than you two.
AB: You can shout man, I could hear you letting go from the other side of the meat section.
O: Well, yes, there was that one. Had kind of a good note to it too don’t you think?.
B: You see what I mean. Disgusting, the lot of you.
A: Oh, don’t have a kiniption B, I’ll give it 2 hours at the most before that double chocolate cappuccino fudge icecream you had starts to make itself known to your body. And we all know what that means don’t we gang? Remember that time B ate that whole tub of choc-choc-triplechoc-hazelnut-choc icecream and we weren’t anywhere near a toilet.
AB: Yeh man, and they thought Krakatoa sent vibrations all around the world. That volcano had nothing on the B myster that’s for sure.
O,A, and AB, look at B and then fall about laughing.
B: Hey, who’s driving the car?
O: Oh yeh, forgot about that. Hehe. So, what shall we make for dinner tonight now that we’ve got all these beneficial goodies of ours?
A: My thoughts go for a nice piece of grilled salmon, done on the barbecue, with some steamed broccoli, beet greens, a parsnip or two, with some cherries for dessert and a nice cup of green tea.
O: I’m with you on the salmon, but beet greens taste like crab grass and I wouldn’t eat a parsnip if I was on my way to the chamber. Substitute that for some kale and don’t forget the parsley. A few figs for dessert and if I have to, I’ll join you in a green tea.
AB: Nah nah nah man, salmon’s too oily for me man, give me the snapper any day, some broccoli, collard greens and a nice piece of roasted garlic. I’ll skip dessert and just have a glass of water for afters.
B: Hmmmm, it would appear to me that our little plan of beneficial eating is somewhat limited by our inability to agree on a common base of sustenance, thereby leaving us with a dilemma of gastronomical proportions.
AB: What?
B: We can’t agree on what to eat.
AB: Well why didn’t you just say so man. I would have thought that was pretty obvious.
A: OK OK, it’s not a total loss, we all agree that we can use the beneficials we’ve got, it’s just that we don’t all like the same beneficials. No big deal. We’re all individuals. We’ll just cook what each of us likes to eat.
O: Wow A, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you handle anything so calmly. You even came up with a reasonable solution without having to resort to distillation.
A: You know, you’re right for once O, I do feel a lot calmer than usual. Maybe this BTD cortisol lowering caper is for real after all.
B: Well, whatever the case, I think we need to revisit the book and expand our list of beneficials to include the ones that apply to each of our blood types and not limit ourselves to the ones that are only good for all of us.
AB: Right on man. Tree.
B: What?
AB: Tree man
O: What the hell is space cadet talking about?
AB: For your information my somewhat less than conventional appearance and mannerisms do not belie the fact that a modicum of intelligence has been bestowed upon me by the creator and developed further by myself such that I am more aware than everyone else in this vehicle that we ARE ABOUT TO CRASH INTO A TREEEEEEE.
All: Aaaaaaaaaaararararararrrrrrrrrgggggghghhhhhhhhhh.
A: For crying out loud O, watch where you’re driving. You almost got us killed you lunatic.
O: Well, so much for the cool and calm A from a couple of minutes ago. How’s those cortisol levels now toots?
A: I think I’ll lower them by bashing you with a shovel when we get home.
B: If we get home. And if we do, I’ll help you.
AB: Who’s a space cadet now man?
B: Oooh, you better step on the gas O, I need to get home and fast.
AB: Just do as the lady says O, just do as the lady says.

Once again, AzzaP, THANK YOU!  

azzap- a friend of mine is an "O" and would love this.  She eats her wheat just so that she can toot.  I've tried to tell her not to eat it, but she does not listen.  Last summer we were in her car, talking in my driveway, when she let one go.   Automatic doors and windows which she kept locking on me when I tried to escape.  Not funny, although she was laughing hysterically.  I will have to print this story out for her.  I sure hope it works as she does not realize what she is doing to her body.  

Looooovvvveee the stories.  Keep them coming.  

Debra

The morning sun beams into the Bloody household and bathes the home in a sleepy warmth. All is quiet in the house except for one individual who is in deep concentration on a new task.

A: Plink plunk plank plonk, plonk plink plank plunk.
O: (rising from bed) what is that god awful noise coming from the lounge room?
B: (also rising) I’m not sure but what ever it is it sure sounds bad.
A: Plank, plonk, plunk plink.
AB: (rubbing sleep from his eyes) What’s all the commotion dudes?
O: I think A is strangling a cat.
AB Oh wow A, is that a guitar man?
A: No, it’s a bass drum but if you use your imagination it can be anything you want it to be. Plink, plonk plunk plank.
O: Well it might as well be a bass drum the way you’re playing it. That sounds awful.
B: Hey, give the girl a break O, I don’t see you playing any instruments.
O: Who’s got the time, besides, what’s driven you to start learning guitar now A?
A: Well, I was going through the book last night and was looking at the lifestyle strategies for my type, and at the top of the list it says to cultivate creativity and expression in your life. So this is how I’m doing it.
O: Yeh, well it also says to chew your food slowly to improve your digestion and I didn’t see you doing that last night. I was considering renaming you “vacuum cleaner” the way the food disappeared from your plate.
A: I can’t help it, I just love steamed veggies.
O: You are a veggie, now take that infernal racket outside so we can eat breakfast in peace.
A: (walking outside) you just don’t appreciate the finer arts you Neanderthal. Plank, plonk, plink, plunk.
AB: Far out man, everyone is so grouchy and unfriendly around here this morning man, why can’t we all just accept each other’s desires man and embrace the beauty of the individual to express themselves to the world man.
O and B: Shutup
AB: Heavy. I think it’s time I split this aggressive competitive scene man and chill out with some ohms man. In fact man, after breakfast, I’m going to meditate and then head over to the community hall and see what’s happening over there. I’ve got to spread my love to the world baby.
O: Be careful you don’t spread it too far dude, you might catch something.
B: Sooooo, what’s for breakfast monkey man?
O: We’ve still got a couple of eggs left from “the big fridge cleanout” so I’m going to make myself an omelette with some sautéed onions, a bit of chopped kale and maybe a spice or two to give it some zing.
B: Sounds good. I’ve got a hankering for another piece of fish. I need to get my protein intake up and I figure a good chunk of fish should do the trick. Don’t know that I’d like to have it every morning so I’ll work on ways to substitute something else, maybe some lamb. I’m finding that if I start to get tired, a little bit of protein does the job of picking me back up again.
O: Blimey, haven’t you changed. In days of old you’d go straight for the can of coke. Are you sure some aliens didn’t come along and replace the real B with you.
B: The only alien around here is you brother. There are times I’m sure you come from another planet.
A: (walking back into room), plank plunk plonk plink.
O: And having to listen to that, I wish I was on another planet. Man that’s awful.
A : I’ll have you know I did very well in music class at school and it’s only a matter of time before I master this instrument. The teacher even said if it hadn’t been for the extreme stage fright I would have got an A+.
O: The only A+ you’ll ever get is your blood type, I’m outta here.
B: Don’t listen to him A, I now you’ll get the hang of it.
A: (excitedly) do you want to hear the song I’ve been working on?
B: Of course, go ahead.
A: Plink, plonk, plunk plank, plunk, plonk plank plink.
B: (trying to hide a grimace) beautiful, just beautiful.

azzap,
you are amazing!!!  lol

azzap,

Thanks for another episode.

You are quite the storyteller!


Alia

Quoted Text

AB: Heavy. I think it’s time I split this aggressive competitive scene man and chill out with some ohms man. In fact man, after breakfast, I’m going to meditate and then head over to the community hall and see what’s happening over there. I’ve got to spread my love to the world baby.

Hey man, Is this AB type actually Neil from the Young Ones. ?

Paul

eh- guys and gals......

what's about- if this may be the real truth and that we are really able to act as alike
and thats is us, who are making the world's ongoings with our loves!!!!!!      


Take care you all, Azzapchen was right in his fears- we will rule the world (perhaps only with our lovely  being?! )

Dont' you think that all great gurujis may have been AB's?  
and it takes some days... palim-palim than I am a believer................

jaooooooooooooouuuuuuuuuuu the Beatles are back!!!!!!!

The next day.

A: Plink plank plunk plonk plonk plank plink plunk
B: (foaming at the mouth) If you don’t shut up playing that thing I’m going to wrap it around your skull.
A: So what happened to “beautiful, just beautiful”
B: That went out the window once I realised you couldn’t play anything else but plink bloody plonk.
A: OK, OK, I get the hint. But all great artists started off like this. You just watch, one day man, one day.
B: Hopefully by then I’ll be deaf, that’s if my rising cortisol levels don’t bring on a heart attack first. O was on the right track when he bailed out yesterday. I gotta get out of here.

As if in answer to B’s despair a driving beat could be faintly heard on the wind, slowly getting louder as it got closer. Soon the words started to make themselves heard.

“Born to be wiiiiiild…..Born to be wiiiiiiiild…..get your motor running…….get out on the highway……”, B’s pulse started racing, and her toes started tapping.

The noise grew to a deafening roar, only just audible however over the crashing crescendo of a thumping motorcycle engine. An unknown figure rode up, dressed all in black and sporting a tattoo across her naked midriff that said “Born To Hike”. The bike came to a skidding stop.

Linda: Hiya troops, I’m Linda Wells, which one of you is B?
B: Pick me, pick me.
Linda: My good friend (and yours) Kristen sent me over to give you a true taste of freedom baby. Grab that helmet and hop on.
B: Where are we going?
Linda: Who cares, life’s about being spontaneous isn’t it?. We’ve got a bag full of peanut butter sandwiches, on essene bread of course, a trail mix of walnuts, pecans, brazil nuts and dried figs, a flask of green tea, and just so everyone doesn’t think we’re a bunch of wimps, a few beers to boot (looks at reader, “remember, if you drink and drive, you’re a bloody idiot)
B: Woohoo, let’s hit the road.
Linda: Just a sec, I see that A over there is holding a guitar. Do you like music A?
A: Yes, very much, I’m just learning to play.
Linda: Well, I do a bit of singing myself on the odd occasion, so if you’d like to get together we can have a “jam”.
B: (whispering) you do not want to do that.
Linda: Huh?, here’s a few music books that I carry around with me just in case. Go your hardest.
A: Thanks Linda, I’ll start practising right away.
Linda: Why don’t you give us a demo.
B: Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!
A: Sure…plink plonk plunk plank
Linda: Yes…….well……there’s obviously a few adjustments needed but as they say, practice makes perfect. See ya later kid.

As A walks back into the house, Linda and B roar off into the distance with the sounds of Steppenwolf blaring on the wind. Just then O and AB come up the driveway.

AB: Cool music man, who was that?
A: That was Linda Wells, the coolest woman I know. She says she wants to jam with me.
O: Then she must be the nuttiest woman I know. Or tone deaf, or both.
A: I refuse to get stressed about your remarks. I’m going inside to meditate.
AB: Hey, wait up sis, I’ll join you.
O: (muttering to himself) damned tree hugging hippies, How’s a bloke supposed to get anything done around here when he’s constantly stepping over a bunch of cross legged, ohm chanting, insence sniffing mung beans. Gotta admit though, some of that insence smells nice. But I digress, damned tree hugging hippies. Where’s a good punching bag when you need one?. Oh well, this might give me the chance to do some of that planning I’ve been meaning to do for so long now. What was it I read somewhere? Oh yeh, “plan your work, and then work your plan”. Sounds good to me.

With the house aromatically quiet, O sat down in the lounge room and set about developing his goals and tasks for the year ahead. It was a task that proved to be more challenging than he first thought.

Speaking of lists, where is mine?  

Debra

O: Righto you lot, it’s time we had another Bloody family meeting.
A: Ten four that good buddy, I’ll get the essentials.
B: Ten four that?, so you’ve turned into a trucker now have you?
A: Well, if you can be a biker, I can be a trucker.
B: Spare me.
AB: So what’s the meeting about man?
O: Well guys, last night I laboured over my goals for the coming year and do you know what I discovered?
AB: You discovered that the meaning of all life is to love everybody equally and to gravitate towards a state of oneness such that all humanity shares the burdens and responsibilities of all life and matter in the universe?
O: Errrr no, I discovered that I came up with diddly squat when it comes to setting goals. I have no goals!. I’m goal-less, I am a point of reference in the present without anything to aim for in the future.
AB: It’s better to live in the present man.
O: Shutup.
A: Well your first goal could be to stop telling AB to shutup.
O: Possibly, but my being goal-less made me realise that none of us has really ever set any goals in life, and so this meeting is about doing just that.
B: Speak for yourself oh great leader, I happen to enjoy not having a set routine.
O: Ah, but that’s just it see, you could set yourself a goal to actually BE more spontaneous, which I gotta admit is not the greatest example in your case, but you get what I mean don’t you?. You could set a goal to practice more visualisation in your life.
B: Yeh, I get it, and A could set a goal to actually learn how to play the guitar instead of murdering it like she does now.
A (pokes tongue out)
O: No arguments from me there. But a more appropriate goal might be to establish a consistent daily schedule. And I don’t mean consistently getting out of bed late.
A: Who say’s I get out of bed late?. So I lay around a bit before I actually get out but at least I’m awake.
AB: That’s a subjective opinion.
A: Oh, wise guy eh, well if any one us should be setting goals it’s you my dear AB. Let me see, new year’s resolution for 1999, practice more yoga. Remember that? I do believe the plastic wrap is still on those books you bought.
AB: Hey man, I need to make my lifestyle changes gradually man, rather than trying to tackle everything at once man.
A: Yeh, but 5 years. That’s what I call gradual, veeeeeerry gradual.
AB: Can’t rush these things you know!
O: OK, enough squabbling children. I propose we each spend the next week working on our goals for the coming year, and then we’ll gather together again and see what we’ve come up with. Agree?
A: Yep.
B: Nope.
AB: Maybe.
O: Right then, that’s settled. Now I’m off to the gym for a bit of an aerobic workout, who wants to join me?
B: Yep.
A: Nope.
AB: Maybe.
O: Well make up your mind soon, because I’m going in five minutes. Just gotta do a few pre-workout warm up exercises first. I’ll meet you in the car.
A: Man, that guy never stops. One day he’s going to blow a valve I’m sure of it.
AB: Yeh man. He definitely needs to chill out more. Do you think we can convince him to meditate man?
A: Can you convince a tiger to become a vegetarian?
AB: Bummer.

O and B have come home from the gym and while both of them are relaxing in the loungeroom, AB notices that B has a new pair of shoes.

AB: Hey B, groovy looking shoes man. Did you just buy them?.
B: Yeh, check it out, they’re the latest thing. They’re made from the latest synthetic fibres with a new cross radial V-Cut flaggelated sole that will grip to anything like a vice.
AB: Oh, well I’m sorry to hear that.
B: Huh?, what do you mean?
AB: Well you’ve just stepped in some doo doo man.
B: Oh godammit. Sunnova…..
O: I thought something smelled strange.
B hops off outside to clean off shoes.
A: What’s wrong with B?, did she hurt her foot?
AB: Nah, just wasn’t watching where she was walking man and vice-gripped something she didn’t want to.
A: Whatever. I’ve got some news. I was down at the park plunking away on the guitar when this really cute guy came up and started talking with me, and he showed me how to play a few chords, and he’s got these dreamy eyes, and he plays the guitar himself, and he follows the BTD, and I think I’m in lurve, and he’s got Alopecia, and …..
O: Whoa take a breath before you pass out.
AB: Alopecia’s a breed of dog isn’t it?
A: And he’s just outside so do you want to meet him?
O: Do we have a choice?
A: No (hurries outside), everyone, I’d like you to meet Mike Staffieri.
Mike: Hi there.
O, B(back from scraping off doo doo) and AB: Hi Mike, pleased to meet you.
AB: What’s alopecia?
Mike: Well, it may have come to your attention that I don’t appear to have any body hair.
O: I thought you were just going for the wall street trader look, or the gangster rapper look.
Mike: Not exactly. Alopecia is an autoimmune disease (interesting that I should be an O type as we are more prone to autoimmune diseases) where body hair falls off. It’s not painful or anything and there doesn’t seem to be a cure.
AB: So it’s not a breed of dog then?
Mike: Err no, although if it was, it would be a very expensive breed because it’s quite rare in comparison to some other conditions.
O: How do you get it?
Mike: Don’t know, it just happens. I’m sure that one day they’ll find a logical explanation to it, but for now you’ve just got to accept that it happens.
B: Does being on the BTD help at all?
Mike: Not with the condition itself, I don’t think anyway. I have noticed some new hair growth but nothing to write home about. For my overall health it’s a godsend as you are most probably finding out yourselves.
O: Geez, I wish A and B had alopecia with the amount of hair they leave lying around the place. Sometimes I don’t want to even look inside the bathroom sink. Eeewww.
Mike: Yeh, well it does have a few positives to it that’s for sure. I save a bucket load on shampoo and conditioner. On the other hand, women keep asking me if they can use my head for a mirror while they fix their makeup.
A: Really?
Mike: No, I was just kidding.
O: Sense of humour eh?. I like that. You’ll fit in well around here. It seems our A has taken a bit of a shine to you, no pun intended.
Mike: None taken, although I’m afraid that there is only one woman in my life at the moment and that’s my little girl back home. And right now she’ll be missing her daddy so I better get going.
A: Noooooooooooooooooooooooooo.
Mike: I’m sorry A, but she really needs me at the moment.
A: (wiping away tears but with a look of admiration in her eyes) What a guy!
AB: Has alopecia ever been a breed of dog man?
Mike: Tell you what, if I ever find out, you’ll be the first person I tell.
AB: Thanks man, I appreciate that.
O: Hey Mike, can you take him with you….please….?
Mike: I think he needs you guys more than me at the moment.
B: C’mon mike, I’ll walk you to your car. I think A needs some time to herself.
All: Seeya Mike.
Mike: Seeya guys.
AB: Don’t worry A, I’ve got just the thing to take your mind of your troubles man. Come with me and I’ll give you a nice aromatherapy massage to soothe away the pain. I think a mixture of chamomile for letting go, geranium for re-balancing and a touch of mandarin for happiness should do the trick.
A: Thanks AB (goes into the back room)
B: (coming back inside) What a nice guy he was. Look at this. He gave me a CD with a song he wrote. It’s called the BTD blues.
O: Put it on, a bit of music right now is just what the doctor ordered.

I wake up in the morning…da…da.da.da…da
Get my blue shorts on…da…da.da.da…da
Plop by butt straight on…da…da.da.da…da
Ride my wheels till the songs all done…da…da.da.da…da

Yeahhhhh…I got the BTD Bluezz (long high pitched guitar riff)

A: Ooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh, ooooooooooohhhhhhhhhh
O: Wow, A sounds like she’s having a bit of hard time, what’s up?
AB: Well man, we sat down last night and centred our focus on the being within until the very escence of our souls aligned with the almighty cosmos and the cares and troubles of our material selves washed away from our spirits allowing us to reach oneness with the universe.
B: And?
AB: And then we proceeded to get as drunk as lords.
O: Why is it that I see a familiar theme replayed over and over again here?
AB: I dunno man, I guess it’s always hard when you lose out in love, and therefore you fall back on what is comforting to you.
O: Lose out in love?, she knew the guy for less than half a day. Imagine if she actually had a long-term relationship. She’d be on a binge for a month.
B: Ooh, bad visual dude.
O: let’s have some fun. Hey A, we’re having lamb’s brains for breakfast, want some?
A: Mmmmmph
O: We’re also having some tripe to go with it.
A: Mmmmmmmmmmph.
B: Oh yeh, and don’t forget the sheep’s eyeballs for desert.
A: Raaaaaaaaaaaaalllllllllppppphhhh.
AB: Man, you guys are just so cruel……funny, but cruel. Actually, I’m not exactly feeling so hot myself. Move over A, I’m coming through.
O: Well, I’d say their day is just about ruined. What are you doing today?
B: I’m heading off to the community hall. There is a group there who are practicing visualization techniques and I thought it would be fun to join in. Why don’t you come along too?
O: No, I don’t think so. Whenever I’ve got too much time on my hands to think I always want to eat junk food. And I can just imagine me visualising a Mars bar or something like that instead of whatever the hell it is you would be visualising, which I’m sure would be a mountain or a completed crossword puzzle or something.
B: (punching O in the arm) So what are you going to do today then?
O: Well I’m figuring on starting the day with a healthy breakfast of fillet steak, pumpkin, broccoli and carrots, followed by an hour or so of working on my goals and plans for the year, then it’s off to the gym for an hour’s aerobic session with a nice protein shake chaser, and then on to lunch which will consist of a chicken salad splashed with olive oil, a post lunch afternoon snack of possibly another protein smoothie and then I’ve got to head to the store for some more supplies to make dinner with. What do you think of that for a day’s activities?
O: B?….B?….damn, must have gone to her visualisation class.
A: (coming out of toilet) Ooooooooohhhhhhhh, I am never drinking again.
O: At least not until next time huh?
A: Something like that. No, I mean it this time. Never again. How can something that gives you so much pleasure when you are doing it, cause you so much pain after you do it?
O: So you believe that getting yourself absolutely spastic and slurring your words is actually pleasure?. I knew there was something wrong with you.
A: No, you know what I mean, you get that nice warm fuzzy feeling going on and all of a sudden the world seems wonderful and nothing seems to bother you and then next thing, wham, you’re as crissed as a picket. Mmmmmmph, ooh go easy stomach!.
O: Ah yes, the good ol’ endorphin release followed by the carbohydrate based insulin spike, followed by the liver and kidney overload in combination with severe dehydration. I remember it well. I once got so drunk that I stripped naked and ran down the main street in the middle of the night.
A: I never heard about you doing that one. But big deal, lots of people have done that. Besides, it was dark and no one would have seen you anyway.
O: Not unless it was New Years Eve.
A: Oh. I see.
O: Exactly. Needless to say, we shall never talk of it again. How’s AB doing?
AB: (from toilet) I’m fiiinnnee.
O: You two really tied one on didn’t you?
A: Let’s just say that no one else will have any problems avoiding any alcohol in this house anymore. There isn’t any.
O: Good, now, how about a nice plate of fried octopus tentacles?
A: Mmmmmmmmph.

As the Bloody family rests after a hectic morning there comes a knock on the door.

O: I’ll get it.
O opens the door to see a man dressed in a long black coat and wearing a 1950’s style hat. Next to him is a tall, muscular, intimidating, yet not so bright looking thug. The rest of the Bloody family are intrigued and gather behind O.

Don: Allow me to introduce myself. I’m Don D’Adamo and I hears youse has been running a racket in my town.
O: A racket?
Don: Oh, so youse admit it do youse?
A: What type of racket?
Don: Don’t play coy with me sweet checks or I’ll get Louie Loose Lips here to work youse over.
AB: Why do they call you Louie Loose Lips man?
Louie: Iba don’tba knowma manba
AB: Right!
O: Look, we’re really not sure what you’re talking about.
Don: So youse don’t know nuttin about blood type eh?
B: Sure we know about blood type. We’ve been following the diet for a while now…well, some of us a bit more than others (looks at A and AB)
A: It was just a little bit of alcohol.
O: Sure looked like a lot coming back out. Anyway, like B said, we know about it.
Don: Then youse will know dat the D’Adamo family has a monopoly on the blood racket in dis country.
A: D’Adamo family?, do you mean to tell me that Dr Peter D’Adamo is a gangster.
Don: Hey doll face, we don’t mention the name of dat no good black sheep o’ the family.
B: But he’s a dedicated doctor who’s changed the lives of millions across the world with ground breaking research and information and well as treated hundreds for serious illness.
Don: Like I said, he’s a fink. Our father would be rollin’ in his grave.
AB: Er, pardon me for interrupting man, but his father is still alive and in fact, is still somewhat involved in the blood type process, particularly as he was the one who did the original observational research.
Don: Den who’s funeral was dat we went to all dem years ago Louie?
Louie: Iba don’tba knowma manba
Don: Ya don’t know much do ya Louie?
A: Are you sure you’re a member of the D’Adamo family?
Don: Listen here baby blue eyes, I’ll have you know the D’Adamo family is the biggest, baddest syndicate in the…..
Just then a fit and healthy looking woman dressed in running gear and puffing just slightly jogs up behind the gangsters.
Suzanne: Hello Reginald, hello Leonard, fancy seeing you here. I was just on my daily run up to the hill in the park when I saw you and thought I’d come over and say hi.
Don: Who da hell are you lady?
Suzanne: Now now Reginald, you wouldn’t be using that word if we were in bible class now would you? (looks over at the Bloody family and rolls eyes). And Leonard, I haven’t seen you there in ages, make sure I see you there this week.
Louie: Yes Mrs Graham.
Don: Shutup Louie ya meathead.
Suzanne: Oh and what’s this, playing a little game of dress ups are we?. These two just love to put on shows for the others at the church. They’re such pranksters.
O: I think they’re trying to be gangsters more like it.
Suzanne: Oh how rude of me, I’m Suzanne Graham, I’ve been following the blood type diet for a few years now, and I mention that only because I know that your family does too.
B: How did you find that out?
Suzanne: Why, our mutual friend Reginald here. Reginald works down at the supermarket and has seen you a couple of times buying foods for your type.
AB: I thought I’d seen you somewhere before man. I just couldn’t put my finger on it.
B: Ol’ Reginald, aka “The Don” and Leonard, or should we say Louie Loose Lips have just been trying to extort us and intimidate us by acting as gangsters from the D’Adamo crime syndicate.
Suzanne: Well heavens above (grabs both of them by the ears) you just come with me right now you two and we’ll see what your parents have to say about extortion and intimidation. Thank you kind folks, I’ll see you around.
Don: Hey, get your hands off me lady, ya punk
Louie: We didn’t mean it Mrs Graham, honest.
Don: Shutup ya meathead.
O: What a couple of losers. Had me going there for a while though.
A: Yeh well you never were a real bright one.
B: A few sandwiches short of the picnic I think it’s called.
AB: A couple of sheep short in the top paddock as they say.
O: (looking menacingly at the rest) Let’s see who can run the fastest shall we.

*laughing helplessly*

So the awful truth comes out at last . . . Dr. D is the black sheep of the family. That explains sooooo many things.



Excellent story Azzap! I'm loving every installment of the continuing saga

   




regards Isa

p.s.
azzap- einfach grossartig!!! Super-great- congrats.....

Just love it, love it, love it.        

Debra

Good grief Azzap!!  
You are awesome...

Are you planning to publish that fantastic story (to be continued!!) for us readers??
Now I have to cut and paste it into a document..

very inspiring you are, the D'Adamo Syndicate!!!
You are a creative spirit... that is for sure..

I just love your bloody stories ABOve all....!!!

Take care and stay well
Cocky  

Aha, you thought this was another episode didn't you?. That's coming soon.

I just wanted to say that I really appreciate the comments from these episodes(stories) because they actually give me ideas for future stories. And I love to see people laughing.

Cocky: I was going to say that I'll send the word file to people if they want it but I just realised I would need to collect everyone's email address to do that and I'm not sure I have enough hours in the day at the moment, so I'm afraid you might have to resort to the ol' cut and paste routine for now if you are creating your own file. Maybe we can do that in the future if the number of pages of this thread become too long. I could send the word file to everyone so that they've got the episodes, and then we could start a new thread (Bloody family 2) where the other one left off.

What do you'all think.

Have fun everyone. Aaron.  

Aaron,

If you only knew where I grew up...

Azzap,

Check the interview I had with that awesome member of the D'Adamo Syndicate Dr. D  (see my column BloodRelations!) and you will know where this Doc had his roots...  

That is great! The Bloody Family RELEASED... in book...

I will let you know my emailaddress, if needed.

Thanks for your awesome humor!!

Cocky

Oh azzap that was mean-no continuing episode, but great idea with the word file.   I have, actually, been cutting and pasting as you have been telling the story just in case something happened to it.  Have sent it to a few friends that I hope will take the hint for the diet.  

Keep them coming.  From one of your greatest reader fans.  

Debra

......ding-dong-dang-bäng........................
now the story of azzap- himeself......................













but where is he???? what-'s he doing- from where does he came from????








this will be another story hi-hi-hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii



but he lives nearby the waters with a famous view on it?-no? yea......

Yesss, Isa you are right on!!

Now, the story of the Bold Bloody Vazzampire himself??

What are his whereABOuts, how does he get his bloody meats??
What does he drink???  Bloody red wine, or killing still water???

Okay, Azzap, what more bloody clues do you need????  

Incognito time is over!!!

Cocky