Texas Rez

Dammit, Brent! I TOLD YOU TO MIX THE SUGAR WITH THE COKE FIRST!

Um... I think I'll pass! :sweatdrop:

COCAINE TREATS! xD I think that's why he thought he saw a ghost... or did the ghost saw him? I can't quite tell anymore. ;_;

*falls on both knees* NOOOOOOOOO!

OOooh. xD

Yes because Rezzy Leon saw one while he went trick-or-treating on the night of October 31, 2013.

Jacqualin

What time warp? :P

Better never than late in some cases. :|

Helena

Green Day - "Boulevard of Broken Dreams"

November is here, October 2012 has ended, including Halloween. Since it is November now, I'd like for all of us who celebrates (or wants to celebrate) Thanksgiving to get into the mood of the holidays, even if it is too early to do so! Yes, you guessed it. The "Rezzy" in this thread's title gave it away! It's time for another one of the many tales of Rezzy Leon to be told again! The previous story's, The Halloween Tale of Rezzy Leon, first chapter was published on October 14th, and its fourth and last chapter was published on the day of Halloween, October 31st, which makes the presentation of the story last for about two weeks. This story's first chapter has been published just now on November 1st, and the last chapter will be published on the morning of Thanksgiving, November 22nd. This means that we'll have three weeks for this story to be told! :dance: Yes, it will be longer than The Halloween Tale of Rezzy Leon, and we will have more time to enjoy (or, at least TRY to enjoy) this story! Chapter 1: "Uptight" "Uptight... uptight," Thom Yorke sang into the ears of a sleeping Rezzy Leon. Lazily, Rezzy dragged his right arm over his body to hit the snooze button on the alarm clock to his left. "Upt...," *click* the alarm clock goes. He then lifted the covers off of his body, groaning while looking at the clock that read "8:02 a.m.." He then sat up and stretched and started to walk into the hallway, dragging his feet along the way. Then, a strong scent of food came along into the air as soon as Rezzy opened the door to leave his room. "What's that smell?", he questioned himself. He then walked into the kitchen and saw his parents cooking what appeared to be desserts. "What are you guys doing up this early in the morning?", Rezzy asks aloud. "That's a good question, son," his dad responded, closing the fridge door, holding a container full of Cool Whip. "Your mother and I are preparing the dinner for today!" "Um...," a confused Rezzy responded, "What is today?" Just as his father was about to answer the rhetorical question, he became slightly distracted as Rezzy's mother had just stepped out of the kitchen to make a phone call. His father then looked back at Rezzy to respond. "Today is Thanksgiving, obviously!" "I...," Rezzy hesitated. "I wasn't paying attention to the days." "You wanna know how I know what today is?" "How?", Rezzy sighed. "Well, I'll give you the first hint; It hangs on my wall, and has approximately 30 days on each page. There are about 12 pages in total, and I make plans on it. What am I?" "A calendar." "Ding! Rezzy just hit the nail on the hammer, I mean... The hammer on the nail." "Riiight, but why are you two cooking so early in the morning?" "Son, what have we been doing for the past ten Thanksgivings?" "Oooh... right... THAT..." "Yes, THAT. Your grandmother Marie and uncle Perry will be coming over in about two and half hours, so be sure to brace yourself for that, as usual. Also, don't forget that we have to go visit my relatives later on in the evening." "FUUUUUU...!!!" is all Rezzy could think of to say at the moment. Loathing the thought of having to visit his father's family, Rezzy remembers the ignorance and selfishness of them. He only visits them about twice a year, for Thanksgiving and Halloween, and never a birthday celebration, as he would always receive an invitation on the last-minute when guests run short. You can say that Rezzy never gets love from his father's family, I guess. On the other hand, he is quite glad that he gets to see the only two closest relatives from his mother's family first in the morning and early afternoon. They're the only ones that ever attended the celebrations Rezzy's immediate family host for events such as birthdays and Halloween parties. Rezzy then slouched on the couch in the living room and decided to watch the Macy's Thanksgiving Parade, as the scent of the cooking turkey grows stronger in the air. As Rezzy admired the floating parade balloons and the live performance of Young Scrotum and his side-kick rapper, Swagginator, Rezzy's mother walked into the living room. "Okay, I just got off the phone with my mom," she said. "Well?", Rezzy's father asked, "What did she say?" "She said that she'll be arriving here at about 11 a.m.," she responded. "That'll be around the time the turkey will be ready, also!" he exclaimed. "The balls drop on December 2nd!", Young Scrotum announced after Rezzy's father had finished his sentence. "Oh gosh," Rezzy said, "I wonder how many kids at school will be talking about his new album after his balls have dropped."

One of the many, MANY tales.

When it comes to Rezzy Leon, nothing relates to anything else.

There's not a problem with listening to Keane after a hard day's night. :P Today, I jammed to: The Beatles - Help! Rush - 2112

It's teabagging, only with some Gangnam style involved. I'm sorry. :hug: I had no idea what I just put my audience through. :| Time flies when you're stuck in a store without power, it seems as if it went by in a flash, but since it happened in the darkness, there were no flashes involved.

Hell yeah it is! I approve! :D

Things just couldn't go any better for you now, huh? xD

Uh huh... Suuuure ya did. :P

I'm sure we all live that one day where we don't study when we're supposed to. :|

How's your day been, Anna?

Hello there guys.

Don't forget that there's Thanksgiving, Black Friday, Christmas, New Year's, etc. I'm sure he'll come across the driver again.

Chapter 4: "Uh huh... The fourth chapter." "Why am I even talking to you?!", Rezzy asked. "You just crashed your whole car into the freaking building, and you act as if you don't care about it! YOU COULD'VE DIED!" "Oh," the driver said to Rezzy, "I knew that." Just as Rezzy was about to say something, Trent came walking towards the two. "You," he said, pointing to the driver, "put your wallet in the garbage bag. Now!" "Or else?", the driver said. "Or else I'm gonna, um... uh..." "Force us to dance Gangnam style?", Rezzy said satirically. "What?", both, the driver and Trent asked in confusion. "Ugh...," Rezzy face-palmed. "You two have no idea what we find entertaining in this generation, don't you?" "What's the point of all this again?", the driver asked. "Look," Trent said, "all I'm asking is for you to put your wallet into the bag. Wait... Why did you wrecked your car into the building anyways?" "Well," the driver began to explain, "I gave this young fellow a ride to the store," he said, pointing to Rezzy. "After I dropped him off, I decided to park my car in the lot while I wait for him to exit the store." "But you never told me anything like, "I'll be here to pick you up,"" Rezzy pointed out. "Ah," the driver said, "that is true." "So how would I know you would pick me up when I exit the store?" "Well, you obviously had no other source of transportation. My plan was to pull up next to you and offer a ride home." "stalker," Rezzy whispered. "Stalker? Sure. After, I'm just trying to help out the community," the driver said, taking his wallet out of his pocket. "You want my wallet, sir?" the driver asked Trent. "That'd be greatly appreciated," Trent said, "but you never told me why you crashed your car into the building." "Ah," the driver said, "that is true. "Shortly after I parked my car, I saw two guys dressed in black walk into the store just after I saw the blackout occur. I got a little concerned, so I decided to try to enter the store to see what's all the commotion about. Turned out, the doors were locked, as I heard the sound of locks on the doors." "And that gives you the right to crash your whole fucking car into the building, rather than calling 911 for help?", Trent snarled. "Actually, I really don't need to dial 911, unless I need backup," the driver responded. "Backup?", both, Rezzy and Trent asked. "Oh, I guess I haven't told ya'll." The driver then opened his wallet and asked Trent to shed some light on it. As soon as he did, a glare from the driver's badge's glare temporarily blinded Trent, having to look away for a few seconds. "Wait...," Rezzy said. "You're telling me that you're an undercover cop? I still don't see why you crashed your car into the store when you could've simply called for backup!" "Ah," the driver said, "that is true, but that's a company car. I don't personally own it. That's just what the police force gave me for my job. Plus, I have insurance to get this all fixed up, and on top of that, I don't like Toyotas... Now," he turned to Trent, "put your hands behind your back. You're being arrested for robbery with... a, um... flashlight." "ARE YOU TEABAGGING MY BALLS?!", Trent complained. "NO! I DON'T WANT TO GO TO JAIL! MY MOMMA'S GONNA WHOOP MY ASS!" "FUCK THIS," Rezzy panicked, "I'M OUTTA HERE!" Just as Rezzy ran through the giant hole in the wall, he started to hear gunshots from the inside of the store. Rezzy ran out, not wanting to look back. He was only about five miles away from home, but he could barely run one mile in thirteen minutes. You do the math... That'd take about an hour and five minutes for Rezzy to arrive back home. It's 11 PM now. I'm pretty sure Rezzy's parents are worried about his well being now. About halfway into Rezzy's frantic run home, he saw a white car pulled over to the side of the road. A person got out of the car who was appearing to be riding in the passenger seat. Turned out, it was the driver, but I guess he's not the driver in this case, as he simply wasn't driving at the time. "Hey sailor!", he said to Rezzy, "Need a ride?" "Eh, sure...," Rezzy replied. The two then entered the car. Rezzy was then taken home, after he told the driver of the car where he lived. "Never will I hitchhike again," he told the guys in the car before he was dropped off to his house. So there you guys have it. One of the many tales of Rezzy Leon, except this one took place on October 30th, because October 31st would be too cliche for a Halloween story. What's the moral of this whole story? Remember to tie your shoes.

THIS THREAD'S SO FLUFFY! xD I love that movie.