Swaehb! Swaehb!

[Beauregard]

Present Mentel Image 13.12 (version d):

Busker Steve...

In the shopping mall, sorounded by busy shoppers, his image stands out above the rest. He leans against the a wall, elbow patches of the thick dark green jacket touching against stone work. His jeans are ripped at the ankles, one knee is patched. His hair may not be conditionered, but his eyes are bright, and a grin creeps up his face. The guitar is of brown wood, resting on one knee as he plucks the strings with his fingers. A melody sounds through his fingers, and out into the world. He sees you, and the grin windens...

The Mental Picture is out of money. Please insert one twenty, or two tens, or one ten and two fives, or...

 

[TogetherAgain]

Sorry, I'm broke.

But a beautiful mental picture, Beau.

 

[Beauregard]

Beau-tiful?

Don't start that again!

I mean...*cough*

But that's the last, ha!

 

[MrsPepper]

No, we're not starting THIS up again are we? **is trying to resist the power of the mental picture** Tee hee. j/k.

Well, your name DOES mean "good-looking". So she can't help it, I guess.

... sorry, it's late. I am non-sensical right now. SOO ESTATIC BOUT SEASON SETS THOUGH. WOO.

 

[Vibs]

Okay Lisa, we can let him go now....

.... Or we could keep him as our own personal slave-penguin!!

- He's not a penguin you freak!!

Oh... right... let him go.

 

[Whatever]

Swaeb!

 

[RedDragon]

Ah, mental pictures, YEAH! SWAEHB!

 

[TogetherAgain]

Wouldn't it be a pity if no one posted in the SWAEHB thread on STEVE'S BIRTHDAY?!?!? Happy Birthday, STEVE!

SWAEHB! SWAEHB!

 

[MrsPepper]

AAH! Happy Birthday Steve Whitmire!!!!

 

[Beauregard]

Agreed. In fact, I was on my way here now.

Mental Image 91.14 b Birthday Steve:

The parties over. Streamers hang from the ceiling. Tired from the day, he sits back on the green sofa. He un-does the strings and lifts a party hat from his head, resting it on the arm of the sofa. His grin shows teeth as he laughes at memories of antics on Birthdays past, then sofens as the momories grow fonder. A slice of cake lies on it's side on the table, a smiling green Kermit iced on it's face. He crosses his palms together behind his head, and sighs gently, remembering the party of another, Jim. Jim will always be a part of him. He stands, crosses to a small plush toy, Kermit... "Happy Birthday Jim," he says quietly. He leaves the room.

My first mental picture that is actualy Dedicated to Steve himself!

That's all for now,
Beau