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  • Birthday 1969-09-11

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  1. Shane, elated to see his old pal again, opened the conversation, "Big D'! I take it you've been laying low with them herbs and spices?" "Awh you know me my man, you still slinging them dough disks?" D'Shayne inquired. Shane replied, "Not at the moment, brother. Right now I'm bumming around with some of those esper and magician types, you feel? I'm on one of those so called "adventures."" D'Shayne was shocked by Shane's newfound adventurous streak. "Damn, boy you goin' in hard, huh? Alright, alright. You gonna need to get some food up in the place to keep that quest of yours runnin' hot, you dig? What can I get y'all today?" Shane grinned, "Alright D, I'm gonna need you to keep this one on the downlow. Can't have prying ears hear about the recipe, y'know? For me and the ladies, we're gonna need two buckets of the Secret Formula. Extra crispy." D'Shayne was taken back, for a moment, to the countless nights he and his old pal had spent over hot oil, perfecting their recipe, and with nothing but a small grin, he got to work on the special order. Five minutes later, D'Shayne returned to his pal with the two promised buckets, and handed them off, at no charge. Shane, with the buckets tucked in his left arm extended his open fist for their time honored tradition. The fist bump. D'Shayne, with the force of one thousand supernovas, crashed his fist into Shane's and sent him on his way. --- Seconds Later --- Shane, had the biggest grin on his face as he set the Chickey Buckets on the table. "Girls, check out what I've got!"
  2. Shane figured it was high time he exited the vehicle, seeing as how the two ladies had already made haste into the fine dining establishment. (Shane thanked the heavens for retaining his ability to count the number of his female companions). After his mental spiel, Shane entered the chicken joint, only to gaze upon a sight he had not expected to see. "D'Shayne, my boy how's it been?!" Shane shouted across the restaurant to man working behind the cash register. The man known as D'Shayne was sharply dressed, with a long silver chain hanging off of his neck. He had short cropped hair, which was styled in a way that just screamed, "I'm here for business." Shane's greeting was met with a phrase Shane had longed to hear for longer than he'd care to admit. "What's new pussycat?" This along with the smell of fried chickey in the background, Shane knew he was home.
  3. Shane considered Hikari's words carefully. After a few minute's deliberation, he came to the conclusion that it was just his imagination, seeing a third girl with them. "Must have been the pizza fumes getting to my head," he thought to himself. Only then did he realize he had basically stood there for three minutes staring off into space, making him look monumentally stupid. In an effort to recover, he turned three hundred sixty degrees and moon walked into the car where the two, count em', two girls were waiting.
  4. Shane, presented with this situation, engaged himself in maximum charm mode. "Tag along for a bucket of fried chickey with not two, but three fine young ladies?" Shane slicked back his hair. "Yeah, I think I could fit that into my oh so busy schedule." Oh yeah. Nailed it.
  5. Shane thought quickly for the first time in a while, "Excuse me while I make haste to the back room, where we kept our finest cellos!" Shane entered the back room, which in reality was a bunch of pizza scraps and fire wood. "Shit." Moments later an idea from the gods struck Shane's genius mind. Blood, sweat, tears and 15 minutes later, Shane had crafted the greatest cello ever forged out of nothing but string cheese and hickory firewood. With his magnum opus in hand, Shane returned to the three ladies of various age groups. "My fair maidens, I present to you the fines cello ever to grace this humble shoppe. Behold." With that Shane held the pizello out to Sayaa to try.
  6. Shane had not considered the consequences of his actions. All could do now, is practice the ancient art of his people, the "Daniels Way," if you will. That art, is damage control. "Well ladies, I know you're mad, and I'm sorry, but let me say this, I have a surprise for you! And it may or may not be cello shaped! I saved a special something just in case one of you guys decided to get musical on me." With this, Shane hoped he had bought himself some time.
  7. "Now these are gonna be some top shelf pizzas!" Shane mentally congratulated himself, when suddenly his eyes saw the pizza fires in front of him waver and disappear. His ears then heard the distinct sound of Sayaa and Hikari screaming his name in anger and frustration. "What seems to be the problem, ladies?" Shane said as he pantomimed a fedora tipping motion with his hand.
  8. https://boards.4chan.org/mlp/catalog Here guys, this is a great place to showcase your art!
  9. Shane considered the words of his friends with much care and contemplation. "Well, as they say in Rome, "PIZZA TIME!"" With that, Shane unleashed a flurry of pizza slaps onto the prodigal counter strike lookalike. Several hours later, when Shane had gotten bored, he decided to take a stroll to the local cello shop his family owns. After perusing through its wares, he decided it no longer needed to be a cello shop, and so Shane took all of the instruments on the premises, and used them for firewood. You might ask Shane, "What is the fire for?" The answer to that question would not really surprise you. Pizza. Shane removed the "Cello Shop" sign from the outside of the building and replaced it with a crudely drawn picture of a pepperoni pizza. "Now this is my best work!" Shane patted himself on the back.
  10. After waiting until he was on the verge of tearing his eyeballs out and shoving them into a smootie machine just to break up the monotany, Shane decided to send Misha a text message on his brand new Swagfone 6. Its bends and contours felt right at home in Shane's hand as he typed his message to his good ol' buddy. "yo lmao liek why wont this police dude talk to me ive been trying to get his attention for the last month and a half lmao ayyyyyy" And another message,to Sayaa,"yo dont take this the wrong way that i'm texting you like your 12 or something but please help me this terrorist man we have here wont talk to me and im really bored please what do i do send help." with that, Shane decided to go back to his duty of guarding the dark knight or whatever.
  11. Shane considered Misha's words as he took in the craftsmanship of the Xeveran weapon; truly it was a sight to behold. Shane unconsciously wondered how well it could slice up a pizza. His attention shifting to the maker of the weapon, Shane asked Misha, "Who is this Xeveran person? Could he or she help us out? Maybe we should try to find them!"
  12. Once again returning from his occasional reveries, Shane decided to look around the apartment building for a replacement pizza slice. After several tireless minutes of searching, Shane came across one large gilded dresser. "This must belong to Misha," Shane thought to himself. "Well, maybe he has pizza in here I could borrow," With the justification out of the way, Shane opened one of the drawers. Shane was both surprised and unsurprised at what he saw: a huge ass cache of golden weaponry. Removing a golden and black sword from the case, he raised it above his head Shane yelled to the heavens, with all of his strength, "MISHAAAAAAAAAAAA WHAT IS THISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS?"
  13. "No Grandpappy no! Not the Pizza Paddle™!" Shane was haunted the whole night by ghosts of his pepperoni past. This onslaught of horrors was brought to Shane's consciousness due to that fookey bookey police man's absolute disregard for the slice of diplomacy. Finally, however, Shane was brought to the light by a crimson haired savior. Shane had never been more grateful for anything in his life. Shane decided it was the least he could do to aid this glorious man in whatever quest he may have. "Hail Red Ranger! I must declare unto you my eternal gratitude, and also compliment you on your rocking bod." However, before Shane could fully dedicate a thesis on how great this man of the blaze is, his attention was torn to Misha, one of the few people in the apartment of whom Shane knew by name. "Ayy lmao, its good to see you're not like dead or something lol" (Shane often says abbreviations out loud). Speaking of people Shane knows by name, he began to wonder the whereabouts of Sayaa. Completely forgetting his fascination with the red haired Adonis, Shane proposed his question to Señor Scarlet, "Yo, Elemental HERO Blaze-Man, where's the little girl dude? I Haven't seen her since I went on my pizza induced rampage last night." With that, Shane awaited the response of his Crimson Savior.
  14. Shocked out of his uncharacteristic fit of righteous indignation by Misha's interruption, Shane calmed himself down. "Well if that aint fookey bookey," Shane muttered to himself as he fumbled his way into the apartment. Once inside, he collapsed on the floor in front some redhead dude.
  15. The world seemed to grind to a halt. Shane considered slowly and carefully what had just occurred. Did this vicious policeman have the AUDACITY to not only turn down the sacred peace offering of a pizza slice, but to throw it on the ground! This would not stand. Shane unleashed a blaze of righteous magical fury on the hilt of the knife, making it hotter than a thousand pizza ovens. Shane then attempted a kick to the shins of the ISIS policeman from hell. "That'll be about $3.50."
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