'Mriaa, you are lkie a gfit form god' said Caruso as he lay on the couch staring up at the statue, 'wichh god is anyo'dbys geuss, i pery to tehm all'
And it was true, he did do a bit of preying and not just with his predator eyes, normally fixated on the last slice of pizza.
If this statue was a pizza, it wouldn't be a vegetarian pizza, this was the lot, with lots more, it defiantly made him feel good inside, maybe more like a green curry?
Maria looked down on him as Caruso began to acquaint himself with the Countess Von Coco, as displayed on the laptop, the details from the website said she was from Eger in Hungry, this was interesting as he glanced at the photos of the locality as if he was viewing overseas holiday photos with a friend
The area Eger, in Hungary was known as a place where invading Turkish in 1552 didn't capture the castle, this was more of a mental battle for the invaders, much to the surprise of the forces defending, hopelessly out numbered against the Turks of course, but every little bit helped
The Hungarians were seen to be drinking wine, they got wine all over their beards, the local grape squeezing looked like blood.
A rumor went round the Turkish camp that the Hungarians were drinking bulls blood, the wine is now known as 'Bulls blood', i guess it kinda caught on?
The Hungarians were getting their strength from this refreshment and it was game over for the Turks, psychosomatic as Caruso's head began to nod as if to agree with his diagnosis of the invaders as he paused to cast his eyes upwards and reminded the countess, 'Yuor a lnog way form hmoe bbay'
And who could disagree, the proof was in front of him, One can become a countess, generally, by marrying a count or an Earl as in England, not that any of this mattered, but one of Caruso's pet loves is trivia, the useless kind, so this explanation could prove useful at some point, who knows?
'A rich girl', he mused to himself and peered up at her, 'Poor lttile rcih gril' he chirped, and what she was doing looking down on him, of course if your loaded and you have a castle, you kinda want to marry someone that can keep up with the running costs and who could chip in a few dollars, here and there, not the kind of thing you would consider a chicken farmer for, but now wasn't his luck after changing? He was after streamlining his business interests and he did liberate the damn chickens, bar one of course, that one was still floating around in his belly, he may of been kind but he certainly wasn't stupid
He had some dinero in the bank, with some more on the way. A house on Oak st, a regular rags to story and the future was bright, he was someone to watch, on the up and up, Daisy certainly had her eye on him, 'eyes on the prize' he muttered to himself as he read more and more of the life of a Countess, Alexandria Von Coco, where did he get the 'Maria' name from anyways? It didn't matter, not now, but it did make life a bit interesting.
This seemed to have been an issue for the countess, as the reason she was a countess in the first place was because she was married, things were starting to get more and more complicated, things were becoming more and more real as Caruso read on, trying to gleam as much data and information as he tried to construct the life of the Countess and why some of this stuff seemed stuff he already knew, like the art gallery bedroom he remembered waking up in after the fall, it was right in front of him, the pictures were the same too.
'Fancy the chances of that' he began as he reached for the phone and dialed a familiar phone number, after ringing 3 times it went to a voice mail
Hi there, are you male? Do you suffer from tennis elbow? Are you single? Don't suffer these symptoms, enjoy them and if you cant, give me a call'
'Hey Dr T', he started, give me a call on this number when you get the chance', as Caruso read more, more, not quite sure of how he could come into contact (real or fantasy was yet to be determined), if it wasn't real, it sure felt real and maybe that was real enough?
You cant win all the time as he straightened his tie, when he was finished with her, he could put her back on the shelf, he could even put a cloth over her face, was he not entitled to some privacy too?
When the cowboys came round, hear no evil, speak no evil and see no evil, maybe there was a god, defiantly his preyers were being answered he thought as his eyes suddenly started to feel sleepy as a quicksand of sleepy dream time came from nowhere, a chicken farmer, real estate trader, it was good work too and you didn't get feathers in you hair, it was a start of something great, you mighgt be inclined to agree?
And it was true, he did do a bit of preying and not just with his predator eyes, normally fixated on the last slice of pizza.
If this statue was a pizza, it wouldn't be a vegetarian pizza, this was the lot, with lots more, it defiantly made him feel good inside, maybe more like a green curry?
Maria looked down on him as Caruso began to acquaint himself with the Countess Von Coco, as displayed on the laptop, the details from the website said she was from Eger in Hungry, this was interesting as he glanced at the photos of the locality as if he was viewing overseas holiday photos with a friend
The area Eger, in Hungary was known as a place where invading Turkish in 1552 didn't capture the castle, this was more of a mental battle for the invaders, much to the surprise of the forces defending, hopelessly out numbered against the Turks of course, but every little bit helped
The Hungarians were seen to be drinking wine, they got wine all over their beards, the local grape squeezing looked like blood.
A rumor went round the Turkish camp that the Hungarians were drinking bulls blood, the wine is now known as 'Bulls blood', i guess it kinda caught on?
The Hungarians were getting their strength from this refreshment and it was game over for the Turks, psychosomatic as Caruso's head began to nod as if to agree with his diagnosis of the invaders as he paused to cast his eyes upwards and reminded the countess, 'Yuor a lnog way form hmoe bbay'
And who could disagree, the proof was in front of him, One can become a countess, generally, by marrying a count or an Earl as in England, not that any of this mattered, but one of Caruso's pet loves is trivia, the useless kind, so this explanation could prove useful at some point, who knows?
'A rich girl', he mused to himself and peered up at her, 'Poor lttile rcih gril' he chirped, and what she was doing looking down on him, of course if your loaded and you have a castle, you kinda want to marry someone that can keep up with the running costs and who could chip in a few dollars, here and there, not the kind of thing you would consider a chicken farmer for, but now wasn't his luck after changing? He was after streamlining his business interests and he did liberate the damn chickens, bar one of course, that one was still floating around in his belly, he may of been kind but he certainly wasn't stupid
He had some dinero in the bank, with some more on the way. A house on Oak st, a regular rags to story and the future was bright, he was someone to watch, on the up and up, Daisy certainly had her eye on him, 'eyes on the prize' he muttered to himself as he read more and more of the life of a Countess, Alexandria Von Coco, where did he get the 'Maria' name from anyways? It didn't matter, not now, but it did make life a bit interesting.
This seemed to have been an issue for the countess, as the reason she was a countess in the first place was because she was married, things were starting to get more and more complicated, things were becoming more and more real as Caruso read on, trying to gleam as much data and information as he tried to construct the life of the Countess and why some of this stuff seemed stuff he already knew, like the art gallery bedroom he remembered waking up in after the fall, it was right in front of him, the pictures were the same too.
'Fancy the chances of that' he began as he reached for the phone and dialed a familiar phone number, after ringing 3 times it went to a voice mail
Hi there, are you male? Do you suffer from tennis elbow? Are you single? Don't suffer these symptoms, enjoy them and if you cant, give me a call'
'Hey Dr T', he started, give me a call on this number when you get the chance', as Caruso read more, more, not quite sure of how he could come into contact (real or fantasy was yet to be determined), if it wasn't real, it sure felt real and maybe that was real enough?
You cant win all the time as he straightened his tie, when he was finished with her, he could put her back on the shelf, he could even put a cloth over her face, was he not entitled to some privacy too?
When the cowboys came round, hear no evil, speak no evil and see no evil, maybe there was a god, defiantly his preyers were being answered he thought as his eyes suddenly started to feel sleepy as a quicksand of sleepy dream time came from nowhere, a chicken farmer, real estate trader, it was good work too and you didn't get feathers in you hair, it was a start of something great, you mighgt be inclined to agree?
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