I went to Costa Mesa paid for parking, then parked in the back of the lot, (every now and then I sent my spy partner in for a $2.50 corndog and around 3 in the after noon on Saturday a van with a San Diego seal on the side pulled into the parking lot. Having about 12 corndogs, I snuck up on their van and wedged the sticks in their door handles. They tried and tried to get out of the van but knowing they were there I also knew da Slapster was in attendance. Setting the bait earlier in the day I went to the Red tailed Hawk exibit I put up right outside building 3 and there was this man standing in front of the picture of a bird saying "Noone dune like..." (then waiting for a response) then a few seconds later this man said, " I riddle you this, For a Slappy feather... You now be in a display, but where do you normaly play? When the bird didn't answer, I followed this man back to the parking lot, who went to his Toyota followed by a lady who was saying, "did you see thoes kids? Did you bring your Totssie Rolls?"
The man laughed and told the old woman, "we're not at a gas station, nor is the Slapmashine in the back of my truck you MCmeanarsmckiddislikingwife of mine. Where is my walkman with my Manalow cassette?" At that point I looked over to the van from San Diego and thoes guys were going nuts looking at the Man I was following. They couldn't get out of their van and the man I was following told his female companion "he couldn't look at all the MCbutimus rides with out his Manalow" So then the two got in the Toyota and headed for the 405 south the guys in the van followed ( but I took em' out with a swift blow to the side of their van with my F250 as they rolled down the on ramp to the 405, the Toyota with the Man I was following sped off down the 405. And I lost the Toyota

to this day I'm pretty sure noone speeds down the 405 like Slappy
[This message has been edited by OnceJonRyder (edited 09-25-2001).]