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THE_TICKET_MAN
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Name: Ticket
Country: Burkina Faso
Birthday: 12/25/1900
Gender: Male
Interests: I do love watching leaf blowing contests....I can make music with rocks and i love to pet endangered species such as the prey mantis and koalas
Expertise: Hmm...I should hope i am a good ticket ripper...I love Kiesha and I am a very good envelope licker but I dont take requests
Occupation: Other
Industry: Other
Message: message me
Member Since:
1/2/2005
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hello there all y'alls. Im sorry it has been so long since ive updated. Quite an interesting story though I might say. I am sure you would all like to hear it. So as they say back home, heres the DL. Ok. So my friend Boblo that i met down in Kentucky back in my depressed days...(another long story..nvm) but yes, it twas him. I ran into him the other day. He is up here in PA visiting his pen pal Chantel from the nursing home down in Philly. Alright, so he comes up to me and goes "TICKET MAN!! ::embracing hug for a moment or 2:: I CANT BELIEVE ITS YOU!" and then after he noticed that he was at a Ticket Man look alike convention and he was hugging the wrong ticket man he left. But I guess that inspired him to call me up that night, for he did. He told me that he was in the area so i met him at a nearby diner. We had a nice breakfast and we laughed over old memories and the good ole' days. He also told me that he had a secret Time machine....
SO0O0oo0ooO0 as you all know ive always wanted to put cherry lip balm on while traveling back in time so i fulfilled that wish. BUT, just my luck, i accidentally got some lip balm in between the buttons and the wiring got messed up and i winded up going back to 1935. Well the Nazi's mistook me for a jew b/c i was wearing my pin in the shape of a star from work at the theater and they sent me to a concentration camp. After countless tries telling them i was no jew and i didnt belong here they finally excused me as mentally retarded....well i was walking by and i coulda sworn i saw oprah, but thats beside the fact that i was stuck in the middle of Naziville. Yes well then i dont know what happened b/c they got me drunk all of the big horsies piled up and saw me stranded. they went for my legs then my arms ahhhhh a nightmare and i ate an orange and went back to bed. when i woke up Bobo was there and he had devised a new time machine to get us back, but you had to jump like T-I-GG-ER the whole way back in order for it to work. Well it was a toughie, but we won!! and now im home resting. Thats all for now! guess ill see u guys all back at work.
-The Ticket Man | | |
| Hey. Guess whose back in town and boy do I have news for you. Turns out it wasn't Kiesha OR Ogatha that was pregnant. Yep, thats right...I believe im turning into what the cool folk call a "p-i-m-p" You see....it's this ma'am I know named Platinum. I know...weird that her and me mum have the same name and I think the only ones on the planet that do. But, as I was out of town for the weekend visiting Auntie Libby out in her igloo in Alaska turns out...that Platinum got a second test done and it wasnt pregnancy...just a couple of ole' pickles that she swallowed whole and took the shape of a baby embryo. Yeah I hear it was pretty common back in the 1800's when pickles were in rapid growth. So...as for me I had a splendid Martin Luther King Jr. day waxing my grandpop Vincent's back. Would you believe that one guy accidentally mistook him as a wolly mammoth and shot him with a tranquilizer last week? strange...but yep talk to you all later! and hey!! leave some comments dudes and darlins.
A pickles father if I ever saw one,
The Ticket Man | | |
| still no guesses...guess i cant answer but i think im gonna see my best friends tom. they could be cruising into the theater to see coach carter and chat with me. | | |
| Well gee friends. I must have lost track of the time. I have some big news for all of you...well not just big. VERY VERY BIG NEWS. I, The Ticket Man....may be a father. That is all i have to say. I guess that explains my weekend...eh chap? If you know what i mean. But, first I want all of you to guess who the new "mommy" might be. Take the poll...did Ogatha's short shorts get to me...or is Kiesha's cunning fat rolls just cruising right on in...you decide. | | |
| Well these last few days have been extremely horendous. Well, you know Ogatha? She finally confessed to me that....she, too likes short shorts. Yes. OK well so i love her like a mouse loves cheese. Kiesha has been very short-tempered lately and frankly, I just dont know what to do. Ogatha...or Kiesha...Ogatha....or Kiehsa? I just dont know. I love her....I love her not. Will someone please explain this to me. Oh and while your at it buy me some fries please!
The one and only,
Ticket Man | | |
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