Post by Prince Varelli on Oct 13, 2010 15:38:33 GMT -5
He gave me permission to post this. This is what happens to Forlin when he is intoxicated. I took this from video footage that I made with my camera.
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<Eats a me, ma ree oh! Eats a me, ma ree oh! Eats a me, ma ree oh! Eats a me, ma ree oh!> Forlin is standing by the bed staring at the television.
Forlin is affectionately coddling his stuffed creature whom he has assigned the name "Waffle". <She's my daughter, she knows everything I taught her! Isn't she cute? Awww, my daughter, my daughter, my daughter, awwwww!!! She's on vacation! Eats a me, ma ree oh!> Forlin laughs so hard it causes me a slight headache.
Forlin picks up his stuffed red-tailed hawk. <Hi, Tobias! Eats a me, ma ree oh! I cannot take the salt off. Eats a me, in la bee bee oh tecka! In la bee bee oh tecka! Ha-ha!>
He returns to Waffle, and rubs her affectionately against his cheek. <Isn't she cute? SHE'S CUTE! MY DAUGHTER! My daughter!> He walks up to me showing me the soft toy. <Isn't she cute?> he asks me. I nod, just to satisfy him if anything else. Forlin hides Waffle behind his back. <You can't see her because she's so cute! If you get the lie. If you get the lie. If you get the lie.>
He removes her from behind his back. <There she is. She's my daughter. Look at her, aw. Waffles.> He makes Waffle "say": <Hi! I'm a girl! And I'm not girly. I'm a waffle. He. He. He.> He shoves Waffle into my face. <Hi there! He needs some serious medical help. Cute. He's laughing his ass off. And there's a donkey over there. So maybe he doesn't need medical help after all. But there's a donkey over there. And he's laughing him off! He. He. He. He. Hehehehe! Hi there!> He brings Waffle away from my face. Thankfully. <Good night!>
Forlin grabs the plush donkey and walks into the living room taking my camera with him. <What the hell? The Yeerks are here! The Yeerks! They're Yeerks! They're slugs that go into your mind! They go into your mind!> He laughs about this a bit. <In your mind and there's a donkey! In your head! Donkey! What am I going to do? Oh my gosh! I got a new text message! Oh no...>
Forlin grabs his phone in one hand. <Gooten knocked. Gooten knocked. Ma ree oh, ma ree oh, ma ree oh, ma ree oh! Ooh, ooh, ooh, good job. Hi, donkey. You're cute. > He makes the donkey "talk". <I'm a donkey!> <Wow.> Forlin replies. <Wow, you're a donkey? Is this the trial of the donkey? Let's look at the music.> He walks into his bedroom, saying <The music. The music brings you home! I need more music!>
He attempts to seat his Andalite body into the chair. <What's in this seat? Oh my gosh, oops! Ooooh. Uh oh. I hope I didn't break anything.> Forlin switches the music. <Good even, the worm, your Honour. I don't think this is an ah-curate British accent, but I am stone drunk. Uh uh uh uh uh!!!> He gets out of the seat that he has managed to place himself in.
<Mahaha! Good evening, waffle house. Oh, my goodness!> He lays down on the bed, picking up a soft toy as well. <Oh my goodness, Andrew! What were you doing in speeto burrito? No, no speeto burrito for you. Oh, man, you have to pee on bananas to get anywhere in this world. Waffle house. Haha. Toys in the attic, he is crazy. Bars in the window.
<I'm an old man but I don't make any sense! Ohhhhh...but there's a waffle in the house! Is there a waffle in the house?>
<Yes.> he makes Waffle answer. <May I take your order?>
<I want a belgian! I want a belgian!> he replies.
<One belgian coming right up!>
Forlin gets off of the sofa, asking <Are you slap happy? Ex dee. Ex deedeedeedee! I'm getting a belgian, I'm getting a belgian! And a waffle iron!> He looks around the room and finds the two stuffed toys, both are similar to "Waffle". <Aw! There she is!> He holds her up to the TV which is showing a programme. <See? A belgian! Hahahaha! And a waffle iron! And they're gonna have sex.> He places one on top of the other, presumeably waffle iron on the top. He presses against them, making them move up and down slightly.
<They're having sex in front of the TV!> he declares. <They're having sex. Sex. So much sex.> He staggers to his bedroom. <I can't walk! Are they gonna have sex again? They're gonna sex the night away. They're gonna have sex. Let's listen to some more music.> He changes the song on the computer, repeating that the waffles are going to have sex. <They're having sex in my hand. It's getting steamy in here cause it's having sex. They're having sex cause eats a me, ma ree oh! Are they having sex, darling? They're having sex. Why are they having so much sex? I don't know. Because I'm just a woman, I'm a woman, I'm a woman, I'm a woman! They're having sex and I don't know cause I'm a woman!>
He sets the stuffed animals down still in an erotic position. He stumbles to the kitchen. <I'm a woman! Ah, yes, I am a woman!> he declares. <And I don't know anything, cause I'm a woman. I'm a woman, I'm a woman, I'm a woman.> He steps into the kitchen. <What am I looking for? I don't know. I'm a woman. No nothing, no nothing, no nothing. Oh, yes. I remember what I was going to do.> And Forlin leaves for the forest, bidding me a good night.
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<Eats a me, ma ree oh! Eats a me, ma ree oh! Eats a me, ma ree oh! Eats a me, ma ree oh!> Forlin is standing by the bed staring at the television.
Forlin is affectionately coddling his stuffed creature whom he has assigned the name "Waffle". <She's my daughter, she knows everything I taught her! Isn't she cute? Awww, my daughter, my daughter, my daughter, awwwww!!! She's on vacation! Eats a me, ma ree oh!> Forlin laughs so hard it causes me a slight headache.
Forlin picks up his stuffed red-tailed hawk. <Hi, Tobias! Eats a me, ma ree oh! I cannot take the salt off. Eats a me, in la bee bee oh tecka! In la bee bee oh tecka! Ha-ha!>
He returns to Waffle, and rubs her affectionately against his cheek. <Isn't she cute? SHE'S CUTE! MY DAUGHTER! My daughter!> He walks up to me showing me the soft toy. <Isn't she cute?> he asks me. I nod, just to satisfy him if anything else. Forlin hides Waffle behind his back. <You can't see her because she's so cute! If you get the lie. If you get the lie. If you get the lie.>
He removes her from behind his back. <There she is. She's my daughter. Look at her, aw. Waffles.> He makes Waffle "say": <Hi! I'm a girl! And I'm not girly. I'm a waffle. He. He. He.> He shoves Waffle into my face. <Hi there! He needs some serious medical help. Cute. He's laughing his ass off. And there's a donkey over there. So maybe he doesn't need medical help after all. But there's a donkey over there. And he's laughing him off! He. He. He. He. Hehehehe! Hi there!> He brings Waffle away from my face. Thankfully. <Good night!>
Forlin grabs the plush donkey and walks into the living room taking my camera with him. <What the hell? The Yeerks are here! The Yeerks! They're Yeerks! They're slugs that go into your mind! They go into your mind!> He laughs about this a bit. <In your mind and there's a donkey! In your head! Donkey! What am I going to do? Oh my gosh! I got a new text message! Oh no...>
Forlin grabs his phone in one hand. <Gooten knocked. Gooten knocked. Ma ree oh, ma ree oh, ma ree oh, ma ree oh! Ooh, ooh, ooh, good job. Hi, donkey. You're cute. > He makes the donkey "talk". <I'm a donkey!> <Wow.> Forlin replies. <Wow, you're a donkey? Is this the trial of the donkey? Let's look at the music.> He walks into his bedroom, saying <The music. The music brings you home! I need more music!>
He attempts to seat his Andalite body into the chair. <What's in this seat? Oh my gosh, oops! Ooooh. Uh oh. I hope I didn't break anything.> Forlin switches the music. <Good even, the worm, your Honour. I don't think this is an ah-curate British accent, but I am stone drunk. Uh uh uh uh uh!!!> He gets out of the seat that he has managed to place himself in.
<Mahaha! Good evening, waffle house. Oh, my goodness!> He lays down on the bed, picking up a soft toy as well. <Oh my goodness, Andrew! What were you doing in speeto burrito? No, no speeto burrito for you. Oh, man, you have to pee on bananas to get anywhere in this world. Waffle house. Haha. Toys in the attic, he is crazy. Bars in the window.
<I'm an old man but I don't make any sense! Ohhhhh...but there's a waffle in the house! Is there a waffle in the house?>
<Yes.> he makes Waffle answer. <May I take your order?>
<I want a belgian! I want a belgian!> he replies.
<One belgian coming right up!>
Forlin gets off of the sofa, asking <Are you slap happy? Ex dee. Ex deedeedeedee! I'm getting a belgian, I'm getting a belgian! And a waffle iron!> He looks around the room and finds the two stuffed toys, both are similar to "Waffle". <Aw! There she is!> He holds her up to the TV which is showing a programme. <See? A belgian! Hahahaha! And a waffle iron! And they're gonna have sex.> He places one on top of the other, presumeably waffle iron on the top. He presses against them, making them move up and down slightly.
<They're having sex in front of the TV!> he declares. <They're having sex. Sex. So much sex.> He staggers to his bedroom. <I can't walk! Are they gonna have sex again? They're gonna sex the night away. They're gonna have sex. Let's listen to some more music.> He changes the song on the computer, repeating that the waffles are going to have sex. <They're having sex in my hand. It's getting steamy in here cause it's having sex. They're having sex cause eats a me, ma ree oh! Are they having sex, darling? They're having sex. Why are they having so much sex? I don't know. Because I'm just a woman, I'm a woman, I'm a woman, I'm a woman! They're having sex and I don't know cause I'm a woman!>
He sets the stuffed animals down still in an erotic position. He stumbles to the kitchen. <I'm a woman! Ah, yes, I am a woman!> he declares. <And I don't know anything, cause I'm a woman. I'm a woman, I'm a woman, I'm a woman.> He steps into the kitchen. <What am I looking for? I don't know. I'm a woman. No nothing, no nothing, no nothing. Oh, yes. I remember what I was going to do.> And Forlin leaves for the forest, bidding me a good night.
