Loonosity and two English Blokes
By: Lorraine and Lynn
Disclaimer: Its completely obvious that we don't own this fabbity fab fab story line therefore do not sue us for all you'll get is Libby's pooey knickers. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
saturday morning, 4:32 am.
Mutti and Vati are still up, singing along to their pitifully tired Bee Gees Album. Rest that guy's soul. Last night should have had a flick rating on it, because what they were doing was definitely over a NC-17 rating. NO ONE should ever have to sit through their parents getting to number 6 on the couch in MY FREAKING LIVING ROOM. Thus, obviously yours truly (moi) cannot sleep. Also thinking much about the SG and Laugh. I love love love the SG but the jelloidness is not to my liking. Also my nungas have strange habits when he's around. Like poking out where they are not wanted. On the other hand, Dave is away laughing on le vite camel. He is very cute. But there is no jelloidosity. Decisions, Decisions!!!
4: 40 am, same freaking Bee Gees song.
Vati is now wearing a lampshade on his head and dancing around like some dilapidated duck. No wonder I have such a large beak. Shut up brain! Pondered some more about the two gorgey guys. Hahaha, imagine how many other people have my luck- double cool with knobs, deux garcons, tres beau. With le grande jelloidosity. And laughosity. And snoggosity. Beaucoup. Uggh, I hate decisions. Maybe I should just become one of those tres sexy French maids and swear my undying love to Henri. Hmmmmmm... Going to sleep to see if my dreams have any help. Zzzzzzzzzzzzz.
10:43 am, much later
Sacre bloody bleu and merde. Dreamed that Angus regrew his trouser snake addendums and prowled the neighbourhood. Fine, yes, until Elvis Attwood joined him in the nuddy-pants. Angus and Naomi the Sex Kitten's babies kept multiplying, and Elvis was snogging Mr. And Mrs. Next-Door's postbox. The crazy dreams of A Tres Psycho Lunatic. (Moi.)
10:54 am
Rosie phoned. The Stiff Dylans are having another fabbity fab fab concert and yours truly is invited. Rosie phoned and not the SG because apparently he is too busy preparing some new song. Tres bien. But also POO and triple merde, because Dave will be there as well as the SG. Blimey O'Reiley's pantyhose. Hmmm... whatever is the girlfriend of a Sex God to wear? Must phone Jas.
10:55 am
"Hello?" "Jas, it's me." "Oh." "What should I wear to the concert tonight?" "The Stiff Dylans concert?" Honestly, what a git she can be sometimes. I must remember to treat her like the slow swot she is. "Yes, that concert. Tonight. Where the gorgey boyfriend of me will be." "Hmmm." After about six more hours of "Hmmm"s from Jas, I gave up and put the phone down on her. Must I do everything on my own? Every little decision. Like deciding about le deux garcons tres beau. Robbie or Dave? Sex Godliness or Laughosity? Oh merde. DAMN DECISIONS!!! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Lynn: Plz stay tuned, seeing as my friend's writing ability has left her. ( .as her marbles sometimes.)
Lorraine: Hey. I resent that, just cuz the clowns are gonna eat me does not mean that I'm scizo..
Lynn: Hmmmmmmmm...
Anyway, Please REVIEW. More parts coming soon. Promise.
Much Love, Lynn and Lorraine
By: Lorraine and Lynn
Disclaimer: Its completely obvious that we don't own this fabbity fab fab story line therefore do not sue us for all you'll get is Libby's pooey knickers. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
saturday morning, 4:32 am.
Mutti and Vati are still up, singing along to their pitifully tired Bee Gees Album. Rest that guy's soul. Last night should have had a flick rating on it, because what they were doing was definitely over a NC-17 rating. NO ONE should ever have to sit through their parents getting to number 6 on the couch in MY FREAKING LIVING ROOM. Thus, obviously yours truly (moi) cannot sleep. Also thinking much about the SG and Laugh. I love love love the SG but the jelloidness is not to my liking. Also my nungas have strange habits when he's around. Like poking out where they are not wanted. On the other hand, Dave is away laughing on le vite camel. He is very cute. But there is no jelloidosity. Decisions, Decisions!!!
4: 40 am, same freaking Bee Gees song.
Vati is now wearing a lampshade on his head and dancing around like some dilapidated duck. No wonder I have such a large beak. Shut up brain! Pondered some more about the two gorgey guys. Hahaha, imagine how many other people have my luck- double cool with knobs, deux garcons, tres beau. With le grande jelloidosity. And laughosity. And snoggosity. Beaucoup. Uggh, I hate decisions. Maybe I should just become one of those tres sexy French maids and swear my undying love to Henri. Hmmmmmm... Going to sleep to see if my dreams have any help. Zzzzzzzzzzzzz.
10:43 am, much later
Sacre bloody bleu and merde. Dreamed that Angus regrew his trouser snake addendums and prowled the neighbourhood. Fine, yes, until Elvis Attwood joined him in the nuddy-pants. Angus and Naomi the Sex Kitten's babies kept multiplying, and Elvis was snogging Mr. And Mrs. Next-Door's postbox. The crazy dreams of A Tres Psycho Lunatic. (Moi.)
10:54 am
Rosie phoned. The Stiff Dylans are having another fabbity fab fab concert and yours truly is invited. Rosie phoned and not the SG because apparently he is too busy preparing some new song. Tres bien. But also POO and triple merde, because Dave will be there as well as the SG. Blimey O'Reiley's pantyhose. Hmmm... whatever is the girlfriend of a Sex God to wear? Must phone Jas.
10:55 am
"Hello?" "Jas, it's me." "Oh." "What should I wear to the concert tonight?" "The Stiff Dylans concert?" Honestly, what a git she can be sometimes. I must remember to treat her like the slow swot she is. "Yes, that concert. Tonight. Where the gorgey boyfriend of me will be." "Hmmm." After about six more hours of "Hmmm"s from Jas, I gave up and put the phone down on her. Must I do everything on my own? Every little decision. Like deciding about le deux garcons tres beau. Robbie or Dave? Sex Godliness or Laughosity? Oh merde. DAMN DECISIONS!!! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Lynn: Plz stay tuned, seeing as my friend's writing ability has left her. ( .as her marbles sometimes.)
Lorraine: Hey. I resent that, just cuz the clowns are gonna eat me does not mean that I'm scizo..
Lynn: Hmmmmmmmm...
Anyway, Please REVIEW. More parts coming soon. Promise.
Much Love, Lynn and Lorraine