After 10 minutes of bludgeoning the building with Pidgey, he became a dollop of organs and dead stuff on the floor. Ewww. It looked gross but I had to transmit my disappointment to Pidgey in the Great PokeBeyond™ . You should have tried harder Bird.
Before I feel that I adequately sent my emotions hard enough at Pidgey, some Nurse Joy interrupted my disappointing train of thought... or so I presumed (I hope I'm using that word right, I saw it on the wall earlier). Turned out that Nurse Joy was Pink! Good thing I didn't call her Nurse Joy as she has a thing about Nurse Joy.
Oh man. Pink hair. Cute hat. White top. Red skirt (nice ass!). She is as cute as a button! Good thing the pokemon center had dispensable tooth brushes. She asked about Pidgey. I wish I could say it was hard to talk about my fallen pokemon but to be honest, I've had it to here (you can't see it but my hand is stationed at a relatively high height) with his being dead. After that, we had a nice friendly chat while walking around the town. She showed me her pokemon. Great Arceus! How do you get that many? She wants to see mine. Shit. Like most boys my age, I am very self concious in the quantity of pokemon I own and felt I wouldn't be able to impress her. Also, my penis is kinda small.
I needed to distract her away from my lack of pokemon, so I told her that my pokemon weren't important and that she would see them in time. Women love a man of mystery. Didn't fly with her, she called me an asshole and told me all pokemon are important. Tell that to Pidgey McDeadface, ha cha cha cha cha.
I needed a new distraction and this time I had to be even smoother than before, so I pulled the age-old perfected formula for distracting women: Running like hell. I have to get a pokemon before I show my face to her.
Catch you later.
Purple Gitimall
Smooth, ask her to dinner you seem to have the perfect stew ingredients, and well pidgey could be useful once more!
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