Sunday, September 24, 2006

Heath Cliffe and Hell in the Hot Tub

A computer Eight Ball Dude gets its supersurf waves in the oddest places at the oddest moments. You need to hang out with me, dudettes!

I must admit, our Number Eight and Hell in the hot tub provided a few entertaining moments. Boy, was she in hot water. Literally. Insert *snerk. Heath Cliffe and Hell has a a nice ring to it, don't you agree?

News coming in: Marlena Maxwell is coming to town. Oh-oh. She and Hell used to party a lot together. Maybe the two will hook up to catch up on news, especially the one about Marlena being married now. Hell is bound to be a bit shocked at that, but she hasn't met Stash McMillan yet ;-).

Sunday, September 17, 2006

Cross-Referencing

Found this at Gennita Low's blog:

Heath Cliffe Blogging

Dude likes to tease. I can say that what he wrote over there is true stuff about Hell. Yeah, even about the hand in the pants.

The thing about Heath is that he looks like the most innocent altar boy but inside, he isn't so nice. That "I'm really a sweet boy" works too. I've seen it.

Saturday, September 16, 2006

Hot Water

Hell is wandering from trouble to deeper trouble. What the hell, pardon the pun, is up with the woman? I have to send Jed in to save her from Armando and now she's letting Heath Cliffe trap her in the hot tub. Beware of a calculating, avenging Heath Cliffe. Now who am I suppose to send to save her? Or maybe I'll just watch. Let her get herself out of hot water, literally.

Thursday, September 07, 2006

Boy, Is She In Trouble

I was right. Number Eight is NOT pleased that Hell disrupted his interrogation assignment. I can see from the look in his eyes that he's planning retaliation. Hello, Helen, what's the problem? Get out of that sector.

Sunday, September 03, 2006

Who Was That Man?

Dudes, y'all gonna owe me BIG. This link is CLASSIFIED. That means I have NO BUSINESS showing this to you. So you have better not say one word to that woman Gennita Low.

Click WHO WAS THAT?

Now tell me you love me. I'm a lonely surfer wandering in the matrix of cyberwaves. I need lots and lots of L-U-V.

But no squeeing. Spies don't squee.

***insert evil grin***

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