Hahaha, oh man, I'm having too much fun. I'm on a roll!
Last one for tonight, though. LOL.
And now, Roger must lament about his torn plaid pantalones. Here's hoping Santa brings him a new pair, or a needle and some thread! LOL.
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Roger hugged himself, eyes sad and puppy-dog like as he shivered in the cold.
"Here." Mimi gave him her leopard print coat, for she was wearing a sweatshirt of Angel's underneath it.
"Wow, Rog, you look glamorous." Mark commented.
Collins laughed and Roger shot him a glare. "You're in no position to laugh, Collins, unless you want your internal organs rearranged."
"Over a pair of pants, Roger?"
Roger refused to meet Collins' eyes. "They aren't just a pair of pants, Collins."
Collins finally looked a little remorseful. "Roger, buddy, I'll buy you a new pair just like it for Christmas."
"You'd better." Roger said tearfully. He gazed around as passerby eyed him oddly. "Everybody stops and stares at me…these beautiful pants are history, I have to wear a coat my girlfriend gave to me!" He ranted.
Then he turned around, looking hopeful. "But my one wish on this Christmas is as plain as it can be! All I want for Christmas is my new plaid pants, my new plaid pants, shiny new plaid pants! Gee, if I could only have some new plaid pants, then I live another day!"
"Oh puh-leaze." Maureen rolled her eyes.
"It seems so dumb that I would say, 'My plaid pants are as important as can be!' Gosh oh gee, I love them almost as much as I love Mimi!"
"Pffft." Mimi said, laughing.
"All I want for Christmas is my new plaid pants, some new plaid pants, gorgeous new plaid pants! Gee, if I could only have some new plaid pants, then I could have a merry Christmas!" Roger chorused.
"Well, Roger, now I feel bad." Collins said, while laughing. "I promise to buy you a new pair exactly like those, but without the butt rip."
"Thanks, man." Roger said sincerely. "That means a lot."
"Fore the record." Mimi brought up. "You look almost as good as me in that coat, Roger."
"Um… thanks?" Roger offered.
"Um…guys?" Joanne asked. "How much longer must we continue trudging through the snow?"
"Trudging through the snow!" Mimi sang, "In a pack of seven friends!"
"Through the streets we go, singing all the way." Angel added, happy to sing another song.
"First we tortured Benny, Mr. Grey and The Man." Collins listed, "What fun it is to make them mad, as bestest as we can!"
"Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way! Oh what fun it is to carol after a winter day!" Angel chorused.
"A couple hours ago," Maureen sang, "I thought I'd go outside, and sing some Christmas songs, with you all by my side! Roger didn't want to go, but I whipped his ass in line, and even though he's got ripped pants, I'd say he's doing fine!"
"Jingle Bells, jingle Bells, jingle all the way! What fun it is to carol and sing, it makes me shout 'Hooray!'" Mark added.
"A few minutes ago, a story I had to tell, and now I think that Rog wants me to go to hell!" Collins sang, laughing, "I apologize for, my mean and cruel pranks. Except for what I did to Benny, for that I should get some thanks!"
"Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way! What fun it is to carol with friends after a winter day!" Mimi said, hugging Roger as they walked on in the snow.
"Now the sky is dark, the time is growing short, the snow is piled high, enough to build a fort!" Mark exclaimed, "And yet we carol on, because we're oh so cool, even though some of us have AIDS, and are kind of being fools!"
"Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way! What fun it is play in the snow, and carol today!" Angel finished.
"For real, though, guys. I'm cold." Joanne complained.
"Come here, Pookie." Maureen cuddled with her. "I'll warm you up."
"Just a bit longer, Jo." Collins said. "I gotta see Rog walk around New York in Mimi's coat a little while longer!"
"SHUT UP COLLINS!"
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Grateful be I to those who hath blessed me with thee kindest words.
May I trifle to ask thee for another review in order to warmeth my soul? XD
