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| Episode 6: The Funny Farm |
| Page 9 |
| �2001 by Rebecca J. Burke & Hashbrown Casserole for the Matchbox Twenty Soul, Inc. |
| Brian stopped polishing and looked up at Sasha. �What other one?� Sasha grinned. �Two words. Mariah Carey.� Brian dropped his glasses on the table, and stared at her in disbelief. �How did you find out about that?!� �I told you�we don�t have much to do up in Minnesota, so I did some researching when I heard the song �Loverboy,� and realized that it sounded exactly like you on bass. And, lo and behold, it turned out that YOU laid the track. So Brian, care to explain that?� He nervously slipped his glasses back on, and in a hushed tone, replied, �It was a foolish mistake. Carey enjoyed my work in the porno films, and begged me to play the bass in the song. I couldn�t resist, her flabby ass mesmerized me as it jiggled out from under her Daisy Dukes. I�I�you can�t tell anyone!� �How much?� �I can�t afford to pay you anything!� Brian cried. Not believing him, Sasha stated, �But you�re in a band. A successful one, if I recall.� �You couldn�t tell anyone anyway, you don�t have any proof!� She then got up from her chair and walked over to a small side table, opening one of the drawers and taking out a piece of paper. �This here proves it. It�s the original version of your contract. I stole it from Virgin Records,� Sasha said, showing him the paper. �See?� �And you didn�t make any copies?� Brian asked. �Not yet. I didn�t want Joy or Holly letting this leak first. I want this to be MY story.� �I don�t think it�s real.� As she handed him the paper, she said, �Here, look at it�it�s real.� Brian snatched the paper out of her hand, and then jumped up to make a break for the Navigator. As he ran out of the house, much to Sasha�s surprise, he yelled back, �Anyone teach you not to do that back in St. Cloud?� Meanwhile back on another part of the Ranch� They shared a passionate kiss, and as their lips untwined, Rob realized he had been kissing a sheep. �This is awful!� he cried. �Hush un! We�s do it all tha time back in ol� Kentuck!� Joy laughed, petting the sheep�s back as Rob backed away from the animal. �You all are weird. So this will bring me good luck, right?� Rob asked, hoping that by kissing the sheep, he would win another Grammy. Too bad they didn�t give them out for Best Ass. �Yup! Now be careful there, that un�ll eat yer britches off if ya don� be wise!� Joy said, as Rob moved out of the pen, and Joy closed the door behind them. The barn was dark and musty, and only one sheep lived there, according to the REALLY tall girl from Kentucky. Or at least Rob thought that was where she was from. He couldn�t really tell, her accent was impossible to figure out, and so were her words. And her height didn�t help him, either. �Damn I�m short,� he thought. Leaning up against the pen, Rob asked, �So, how long will Adam have to be here? We really do need to get back to work on the album.� �I reckon he�ll be �round �ere for awhile. Maybe uh week? I�s don�t know. Havetall ask Holly,� Joy answered. |