(OOC: This was originally for a crew comp, but it reminded me of the fun people can have writing and reading quality RPs. I originally joined this thing of ours for inspiration on a movie script I gave up on for my schooling. I'd like to see more of these in the streets, things that aren't necessarily time oriented but quality reads. Yes there have been plenty of dull RPs that bore most people, but maybe this will inspire some quality writers to embarrass this attempt at comedy with their own work. Obviously not all Crew Comp stuff should be posted in the streets but I felt this was one of my better pieces.)

WhereWasI sits down and thinks of an "average day."

I usually start my day by waking up, looking down, and seeing a hole in my shirt. I go to bed after the LHM button is forced on me, and PoisonousJelly rips it off in my sleep. Shortly after I get a call from my mother reminding me PoisonousJelly was the bastard who killed my grandfather, and I shouldn't work for him and his stupid monkeys. After explaining I can't abandon the fools who accidentally joined this hell hole I slam the phone down because the old woman just won't shut up. I brush my teeth, take a shower, and head down to the gym.

When I finally get down there, I put my picture of Fozzie on the bag and hit it for about a half hour and then move on to calisthenic training. When I finish, I turn around and kick one of PoisonousJelly's monkeys that's terrible at hiding and watches me in the gym regularly with a camera. I know PoisonousJelly told it to take pictures but I still hate photographers.

Now that I've trained my body to fight the Scouse Lord, I move on to the film room back in the HQ to watch films on how the monkeys take hubcaps and fight in close combat situations. Yes we have a film room, you idiots just never noticed it behind that pile of hubcaps.

At this point in time I generally realize that person on the phone earlier was actually a 911 operator telling me I'm still crazy and lost. There's a police officer hitting me asking me why I beat the hell of that little old lady (easy to mistake Fozzie for a little old lady with that build). Finally, the film I'm watching is actually my reflection in the police window as I scream about monkeys. When I finally get to the station, PoisonousJelly is standing there with my bail in hand and a syringe.

"Good morning WhereWasI, time for you to take the Left Hand Man position again."

For those of you wondering, the reason I don't leave the family is because that syringe is filled with Heroin which I'm now Highly addicted to.

WhereWasI looks up,

Oh I'm in the closet again, how did I get in here? Where did my audience go? An average day in my life? Sure I'd be happy to tell you...

WhereWasI continues telling the closet back wall the same story until everyone goes to bed. At that time he steals the LHM Button from WankBack and runs out into the streets to cause mayhem until he passes out and starts the cycle again...

Haha, you my friend deserve a medal! Going thru a hell like that, day by day, everyday... all I can say is I tip my hat to you Sir! Here I was thinking that I have it bad, forced to steal, cheat and hustle my way on this mean streets of ours, when it is you who is the real hero! Your tale is so bold and audaciously ridiculous I would've called you out as a fat liar if it wasn't for Fozzie in it. He makes it all legit.

I hope you find your inner piece one day. Until then, cheers and keep freaking out!

Wish my life was that entertaining... Sounds like all I need is a strong hatred of something and a herion addiction... Think ill get right on that.