49th Inning

[freakinblur]

[So what happens when Scout has too many drinks at the bar, wanders outside, feels a bit bored and spots a phone booth? CRANK CALLS. That's what.

Except that he's too drunk to even finish his jokes, and he finds himself *hilarious*. So he only gets to start his "jokes" before dissolving into laughter and giggles.

He's just dialing numbers at random, so there's a chance that he's called YOU!]

Hey! Hey! I'm lookin' for a guy. Named I.P. I mean, Freely. I.P. Freely. Get it?! Hahaha! Or how about... Seymour Butts. That's even better!

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[ooeeooahah]

Please tell me you aren't driving, hon.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Driving?! There's no steering wheel in this phone booth, toots.

[golds]

[ ... So not amused. ]

My, it seems I have a true comedic genius on the line here, hm?

[ra-ra-razputin.livejournal.com]

[Two can play at this game, Scout!]

Nope, haven't seen 'em! By the way, do you have Prince Albert in a can?

[ooeeooahah]

Oh, good - you didn't find that other booth.

[ Okay, so this was somebody who didn't automatically think "cell phone" when someone drunk-dialed. He sounded familiar, but not somebody she knew by name yet. ]

You got somebody to make sure you get home all right?

[femtags.livejournal.com]

I think someone needs to stop drinking for a couple of hours.

[aliensinyour.livejournal.com]

... Are you drunk or simply bored?

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Hell yes, I am the next Flip freakin' Wilson, ain't I? Wait wait wait, I got one fer ya. Who shaves 25 times a day and still has a beard? A barber! Get it! [Insert drunk laughter here]

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Wait I got one, it's uh, "You ain't--" I mean, "I ain't as think as you drunk I am!" I'm fine, seriously!

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Oh wait, I do! GUESS I BETTER LET HIM OUT! [Raz, this is why he likes you.]

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

I think someone needs to... find me more beer. Yes.

Anyway, that wasn't funny. I want jokes, pally!

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Little 'a column A an' a little 'a column B. Anyway, it's your turn. Hit me with a joke. Bet you can't make me laugh!

[Actually he'll laugh at just about anything right now.]

[ooeeooahah]

Mmhmm.

Phone booth... have you been at Olney's tonight?

[femtags.livejournal.com]

I think you might have had enough...

...Knock, Knock!

[viridian-knight.livejournal.com]

Sure you're not looking for Amanda Huginkiss?

[golds]

Sure, sure, I get it. You should probably go find your way home though before you pass out on the streets.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaybe.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Pffft! C'mon lady, I ain't that bad. Geez! Lighten up. Here, lemme tell ya another one. Whattaya call a cracked window? A pane in the glass!

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Oh, oh! Who's there?!

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Why would I b-- OH! I get it! [He starts laughing.] Good one, pally! Or how about... Ivana Tinkle.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Dunno. He friends with Olivier Clothesof?

[viridian-knight.livejournal.com]

I don't think she's home. You should try asking Ileane Wright what she knows about Mike Rotch though.

[golds]

Truly a joke to be remembered and recited by the next generations.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Damn right. They'll have me tellin' jokes on Mayfield's late night shows in no time.

[ra-ra-razputin.livejournal.com]

While you're doing that, better check to see if your refrigerator's running!