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MONA'S PLEBA CLASSICS: PLE-BAFFLED Bono: *sets aside sonnet he is writing for Mona* Edge? Edge: *comes runnin* Yes? Bono: *knocks on computer monitor* Em...how do I turn this on? Edge: Well, I know that what turns me on is-- Bono: The computer! Wanker!...what did you THINK I was... Edge: Oh. *trademark Edge bluuuuuuuush* Press that button. Button: *click* Bono: Oh. Up till today I've been using Larry's computer. The bloody Mona: Aaaaaaaaaahhahahahahahaaahaaa!!!!! Sorry. Edge: *returns to his corner* Bono: OK. Let's see....*gets on Internet* *goes to PLEBA* Oh....my... Edge: Is everything OK? Bono: Em...yes....Well... Adam: *is knocked over by a sudden breeze* Edge: *props him back up* Bono: The young girls, you see, have an interesting take on us... Edge: What do you mean? Bono: Well....there's some recording of my suggestive noises all Edge: !!! *his hat flies off* Bono: The littlest things set them off in hormonal rampages!...me Edge: What's that one, with almost 500 posts? Larry: Oh, like YOU don't know, Edge! Edge: *bluuuuuuuush* Quiet, Lawrence. Larry: I could take you. *picks up sticks and pokes Edge* Edge: Stooooppp... Bono: Boys! Don't make me turn this car around! I SWEAR I will... Larry: What about YOUR inability to control your -- Edge: Let's leave inter-pantal control out of this, shall we? Bono: And, Lawrence, they think you're quite a hot tamale. Larry: ...*reading*...Seven pounds? Em...Bono? Bono: Quiet, you. They think Edge is quite a catch....HOT POCKETS? O Edge: No, they liked it! Bono: ...and they think that Adam is cardboard...whatever gave them Adam: *falls over* Bono: *sigh* Edge, go prop him up! Larry: I want to use MY computer!....where's th' buttons? |
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