The tale of
Bill Teddy Frascoe
Lake Stevens Washington, summer of 1998. The Frascoe fiasco swooped through the town and disappeared as quickly as it came. The word is authorities wanted to keep the news of what happened on the down low, as to not alert the public and scare away possible residents of buying their homes by the lake. And who can blame them? I wouldn't be caught dead swimming in those waters. The Jhon L.Scott real estate company was a chief supporter of this, as it would deal a fatal blow to its sales of waterfront homes…one of which to be potentially purchased by one Maria Angelica Frascoe that following September. Now let me take you through the dark channels of this happy little tale, and bring to light the grisly details of what it is that exactly happened on Frascoe's boat.
Billy wasn't his real name. Nobody knew his real name. he had one of those long foreign names nobody could pronounce, (like Chazueloguacamole Theodore Frascoe or something like that) but whatever the reason is that's just what they called him.Bill..he was a weird dude, that Billy. With a very strong accent. Always doing weird things. Like storming through the school with his pants down while growling like a baby rhinoceros…in a sense of clowning around. He was a rascal, living everyday as if it was he last with complete disregard for logic or reason. If he hasn't done it yet, and he has the chance, he will. And before doing it he will shout ''I am Frascoe!'', make gorilla sounds and jump off the cliff. You see, Frascoe was your modern day Dennis the menace, except instead of having a slingshot in his back pocket, he carried a bottle of Tabasco sauce. He would put it on everything, from pizza to ice cream, your grandma's glass of prune juice, everything. He took pride in having that as his personal symbol. Perhaps it was because he liked the taste, or because it rhymed with his last name. But despite his abuse of the ingredient, Frascoe was an excellent cook (he must've taken culinary arts with Ms.Ward).His favorite pastimes are cooking, girls, weed, alcohol, machines that go fast and playing with bam-bam, the desert eagle 9mm handgun he likes to take apart and reassemble.
Everybody loved him. Especially his younger sister Pamela. I don't know much about her, other than the fact she has a birthmark on her lower naval the shape of a leg of black forest ham, and that she is supposedly ''really hot''.
Ms. Maria Frascoe is a single mother raising two kids by herself. The father had died or disappeared while the family was in Spain. She's a good mother and a hard worker. She has her masters in Informatics Technology (IT) and works for the Microsoft Company. Ironically, she came to Lake Stevens to find peace, and avoid the hustle and bustle of the city life so she can raise her kids and do her work. As an added bonus, she had a love for the water, and soon contemplated whether she would want to buy a home on the lake. The new Jhon L. Scott real estate company was to help her do just that, until she received a call from a man by the name of Mike Bernard, a close friend to Maria's husband. In 1996, Mike Bernard started a houseboat company with some local craftsmen he met up with in Kentucky. Thoroughbred Cruisers, manufacturers of high-quality houseboats at a reasonable price, and he was willing to pull some strings in order to get his best friend's family settled in. The company was new and inexperienced, but assuring her of the benefits and the company's stats by the National Marine Manufacturers Association--, Ms.Frascoe complied and started to negotiate payment plans.
The boat arrived.However, It was drenched with the most Putrid vibe of bad Wu. But it was a nice boat, and Billy was the most fascinated out of anyone. He would take it for a test run, but only under his mothers supervision. After that, the boat became Frascoe's newfound love, and he wanted to show it off. He wanted the whole world to know about him and his boat, so he decides to throw a party. But Ms.Maria was not going to have it. She knows how crazy her son can get, and just didn't think it was a good idea. The issue was brought in and brought out for a couple months or so, where thereafter it seemed to be forgotten. Billy was a good kid, a little weird, but good. He loved and respected his mother, so he capped his pride in his bottle of Tabasco sauce. And they lived happily ever after.
The End.
Bill Teddy Frascoe
Lake Stevens Washington, summer of 1998. The Frascoe fiasco swooped through the town and disappeared as quickly as it came. The word is authorities wanted to keep the news of what happened on the down low, as to not alert the public and scare away possible residents of buying their homes by the lake. And who can blame them? I wouldn't be caught dead swimming in those waters. The Jhon L.Scott real estate company was a chief supporter of this, as it would deal a fatal blow to its sales of waterfront homes…one of which to be potentially purchased by one Maria Angelica Frascoe that following September. Now let me take you through the dark channels of this happy little tale, and bring to light the grisly details of what it is that exactly happened on Frascoe's boat.
Billy wasn't his real name. Nobody knew his real name. he had one of those long foreign names nobody could pronounce, (like Chazueloguacamole Theodore Frascoe or something like that) but whatever the reason is that's just what they called him.Bill..he was a weird dude, that Billy. With a very strong accent. Always doing weird things. Like storming through the school with his pants down while growling like a baby rhinoceros…in a sense of clowning around. He was a rascal, living everyday as if it was he last with complete disregard for logic or reason. If he hasn't done it yet, and he has the chance, he will. And before doing it he will shout ''I am Frascoe!'', make gorilla sounds and jump off the cliff. You see, Frascoe was your modern day Dennis the menace, except instead of having a slingshot in his back pocket, he carried a bottle of Tabasco sauce. He would put it on everything, from pizza to ice cream, your grandma's glass of prune juice, everything. He took pride in having that as his personal symbol. Perhaps it was because he liked the taste, or because it rhymed with his last name. But despite his abuse of the ingredient, Frascoe was an excellent cook (he must've taken culinary arts with Ms.Ward).His favorite pastimes are cooking, girls, weed, alcohol, machines that go fast and playing with bam-bam, the desert eagle 9mm handgun he likes to take apart and reassemble.
Everybody loved him. Especially his younger sister Pamela. I don't know much about her, other than the fact she has a birthmark on her lower naval the shape of a leg of black forest ham, and that she is supposedly ''really hot''.
Ms. Maria Frascoe is a single mother raising two kids by herself. The father had died or disappeared while the family was in Spain. She's a good mother and a hard worker. She has her masters in Informatics Technology (IT) and works for the Microsoft Company. Ironically, she came to Lake Stevens to find peace, and avoid the hustle and bustle of the city life so she can raise her kids and do her work. As an added bonus, she had a love for the water, and soon contemplated whether she would want to buy a home on the lake. The new Jhon L. Scott real estate company was to help her do just that, until she received a call from a man by the name of Mike Bernard, a close friend to Maria's husband. In 1996, Mike Bernard started a houseboat company with some local craftsmen he met up with in Kentucky. Thoroughbred Cruisers, manufacturers of high-quality houseboats at a reasonable price, and he was willing to pull some strings in order to get his best friend's family settled in. The company was new and inexperienced, but assuring her of the benefits and the company's stats by the National Marine Manufacturers Association--, Ms.Frascoe complied and started to negotiate payment plans.
The boat arrived.However, It was drenched with the most Putrid vibe of bad Wu. But it was a nice boat, and Billy was the most fascinated out of anyone. He would take it for a test run, but only under his mothers supervision. After that, the boat became Frascoe's newfound love, and he wanted to show it off. He wanted the whole world to know about him and his boat, so he decides to throw a party. But Ms.Maria was not going to have it. She knows how crazy her son can get, and just didn't think it was a good idea. The issue was brought in and brought out for a couple months or so, where thereafter it seemed to be forgotten. Billy was a good kid, a little weird, but good. He loved and respected his mother, so he capped his pride in his bottle of Tabasco sauce. And they lived happily ever after.
The End.
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