"Ahhh!!!!! We're being attacked by 1985!" the blond woman screamed as she saw the flamboyantly dressed man rush into the bank.
"That's right! This is a hold up!" shp shp the sound the activator made as he sprayed his dripping wet curls. He ran and jumped on top of the bank counter (split!) his tight red leather pants ripped and the crowd was surprised at the revelation of a pink thong. "I'm Jheri Curl and I'm robbing this joint." He sprayed the teller in the eyes with his activator, "Now fill this bag with the dough lady and make it quick, I got a hair appointment."
Meanwhile in a studio apartment uptown dancing to the sounds of Gloria Gaynor was the infamous, Afro Man and Disco Girl. "This is a radio interruption. On the corner of 18th street and Penn is a bank robbery in progress. The police are outside of the premises trying the negotiate with the man describe as a tall thin black man, wearing a tight red leather suit and dripping hair...."
"Jheri Curl!" Afro Man and Disco Girl said in unison. "Lets head down there quick!" Disco girl swung her long blond hair, and ran to the 1976 rusty orange Ford Pinto and Afro Man followed closely behind.
Upon arriving at the scene, Afro Man and Disco Girl notified the police that they were very familiar with the suspect and had everything under control. Despite the police protests, Disco Girl threw her shiny silver disco ball and the bank door swung open. "I'm Disco Girl!" She jumped in in, her rainbow color mini dress with bright colored sequins glimmered blinding many of the customers.
"And I'm Afro Man!" Afro man jumped next to Disco girl in his tight stonewashed jeans and tie die shirt, "Where's the culprit?"
They was directed to an older gray haired gentleman in a suit holding Jheri Curl. "Release!" screamed Afro Man as he threw his black power afro pick, the sharp metal comb stung the gray-haired gentleman in the neck, causing him to release Jheri Curl and grab his neck in agonizing pain. Jheri Curl ran out of the bank with his large bag of money.
"You idiots!" someone screamed
"We had him, and you let him get away!" screamed an angry bystander
"Well I'm Disco Girl!" she swung her blond hair and stood tall with her arms folded, "and I'm Afro Man" he put his back to Disco Girl. "And you're welcome for our service!"
Hi everyone, thanks for reading an exerpt from my story "The Adventures of Afro Man and Disco Girl." This is a tale about two 1970s "superheros" trying to defeat a 1980's villian in the modern day. I really would like for this to be a comic, but I'm not an artist. If you are willing to collaborate with me please contact me at Twitter.com/deycallme_blizz (and follow). Hope you enjoyed this.
"That's right! This is a hold up!" shp shp the sound the activator made as he sprayed his dripping wet curls. He ran and jumped on top of the bank counter (split!) his tight red leather pants ripped and the crowd was surprised at the revelation of a pink thong. "I'm Jheri Curl and I'm robbing this joint." He sprayed the teller in the eyes with his activator, "Now fill this bag with the dough lady and make it quick, I got a hair appointment."
Meanwhile in a studio apartment uptown dancing to the sounds of Gloria Gaynor was the infamous, Afro Man and Disco Girl. "This is a radio interruption. On the corner of 18th street and Penn is a bank robbery in progress. The police are outside of the premises trying the negotiate with the man describe as a tall thin black man, wearing a tight red leather suit and dripping hair...."
"Jheri Curl!" Afro Man and Disco Girl said in unison. "Lets head down there quick!" Disco girl swung her long blond hair, and ran to the 1976 rusty orange Ford Pinto and Afro Man followed closely behind.
Upon arriving at the scene, Afro Man and Disco Girl notified the police that they were very familiar with the suspect and had everything under control. Despite the police protests, Disco Girl threw her shiny silver disco ball and the bank door swung open. "I'm Disco Girl!" She jumped in in, her rainbow color mini dress with bright colored sequins glimmered blinding many of the customers.
"And I'm Afro Man!" Afro man jumped next to Disco girl in his tight stonewashed jeans and tie die shirt, "Where's the culprit?"
They was directed to an older gray haired gentleman in a suit holding Jheri Curl. "Release!" screamed Afro Man as he threw his black power afro pick, the sharp metal comb stung the gray-haired gentleman in the neck, causing him to release Jheri Curl and grab his neck in agonizing pain. Jheri Curl ran out of the bank with his large bag of money.
"You idiots!" someone screamed
"We had him, and you let him get away!" screamed an angry bystander
"Well I'm Disco Girl!" she swung her blond hair and stood tall with her arms folded, "and I'm Afro Man" he put his back to Disco Girl. "And you're welcome for our service!"
Hi everyone, thanks for reading an exerpt from my story "The Adventures of Afro Man and Disco Girl." This is a tale about two 1970s "superheros" trying to defeat a 1980's villian in the modern day. I really would like for this to be a comic, but I'm not an artist. If you are willing to collaborate with me please contact me at Twitter.com/deycallme_blizz (and follow). Hope you enjoyed this.
I don't think you are old enough to remember the 70's ! :-)
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good post - very funny
bahaha!!! ur right I was born in the 80s.
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