& The Horror Continues!!
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~*~
"I don't love you David, but I love you.
I want to be with you David, but I love Sam.
Sam is so hot and sexy, but I love you.
I love Sam, and I don't love you.
Oh no...I think I'm confused," Grace Bennett cries out in pain.
"Calm down Grace. I still want to have sex with you," David explains lovingly.
"But I love Sam! He is the bestest husband in the world! He still loved me even when I got this awful haircut!"
David sighs and puts a paperbag over Grace's head.
"Just shut up," he says, and pulls her close to him, about to press his lips onto the paper.
"Oh shit," a new voice interrupts. David turns around with Grace, who still has a paper bag over her head.
"Sam!" she cries out. "What are you doing with Ivy in your arms!?"
"How the heck can you even see me?" Ivy asks outloud. "Oh ya, you have powers. Silly goosey me!"
Sam lets go of Ivy and lets her slam onto the ground.
"It's not what it looks like Grace. I love Ivy!"
Ivy smiles suddenly, even though she feels pain overwhelming her body.
"What did you say?" Grace begins to walk towards Sam, once again, still wearing the paper bag.
"I said I DON'T LOVE IVY!" Sam rolls his eyes. "Are you deaf or something? God! I want a divorce! Come on Ivy. Get off the ground and come with me!"
Ivy's grin expands, and hears Grace sobbing.
"No Sam! I LOVE YOU! DAVID HAS THIS GROSS TOE NAIL AND I THINK IT'S GOING TO ATTACK ME! COME BACK!"
Sam slams the door shut in Ivy's face, and leaves them all crying.
"My toenail isn't yucky! It's just deformed!" David sniffs.
"No! Sam doesn't love me!" Ivy whimpers.
"Sam is my soulmate! AND HE LEFT ME! Now who will eat my tomato soup cakes?" Grace pauses, and then notices Ivy and David.
"Hahahahaha!"
David and Ivy both look at each other in horror. "NNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
~*~
"Will you marry me Gwen?" Ethan slips the ring onto her finger before she could say yes.
"No Ethan! You can't marry her! YOU LOVE ME! I LOVE YOU! WE ARE suppose to be together! NO! NO! NO! NO!"
Gwen slaps Theresa silly.
"Shut up, this is suppose to be a romantic moment here," the Hotchkiss woman explains.
"But Mama said Ethan and I WILL be together! NOOOO!!" Theresa cries some more, her tears beginning to flood the living room.
"Great! Thanks a lot! You ruined my shoes with your mascara tears!" Ethan slaps Theresa silly.
Theresa sobs louder, falling onto her face, and begins to kick and scream like a five year old.
"GROW UP THERESA!" Gwen steps on her.
"Ethan is mine! Ethan is mine! ETHAN IS MINE! ETHAN IS MINE! I want to have sex with him so badly! PLEASE ETHAN! YOU HAVE TO MAKE LOVE TO ME! ME! ME! ME! ME!"
"Well..." Ethan begins to change his mind. "Okay!"
"Ethan!" Gwen yells out loud, slapping him silly.
"I'm sorry Gwen, but Theresa's titties are bigger than yours. How can you compete with that?
Look at the sluttish clothes she wears for me.
Look at all the disguting barbie make up she wears for me.
Look at how stupid she is acting just to impress me.
I'm a hopeless romantic for that..."
Theresa jumps for joy, and tackles Gwen for the ring.
"Get the hell off me bitch! You idiotic tacko queen! I wish you were dead! I HATE YOU!"
"Fate. Fate. Fate. Fate." Theresa closes her eyes and repeats. "Fate. Fate. Fate. Fate."
Ethan and Gwen watch Theresa continue to say 'fate' and both explode from the annoying sound of her voice.
"FATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE FATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
~*~
"Yo, yo, yo, yo! Chad in da house, yo!"
Simone runs towards him, pushing Whitney while at it.
"Chad!" she exclaims loudly.
"Yo girl! Get da hell off me, you dig?"
Whitney manages to get up from the ground and picks up her tennis racket.
"I will fight for Chad!" she yells.
Simone looks stunned, but then agrees to the battle.
"YO, YO, YO! Dis is da bomb, yo! Two girls are fightin for ME! YO!" Chad dances around in a circle.
Out of no where, a huge box of mud appears and Simone and Whitney begin to fight in it.
"YOOOO!" Chad drools and continues to dance.
"Chad is mine!" Simone screams.
"NO! He made love to me! And I love to play tennis!" Whitney threw some mud towards her sister.
"Tennis sucks yo! Music is da way to go! Once you win Whitney, we are signing ya up for some music lessons.
You need da practice.
And you need a better warddrobe.
AND you need to fix up your hair.
AND you need to learn to have sex betta.
AND you just need to chill out and feel da music.
You are just too ugly right now. I am sexy. I sexy man, and you look so UN-SEXY.
We will have to do A LOT OF work on you, Whit, yo.
You are also retarded so we'll send you back to kindergarden. YOU ARE SO BEHIND them, yo, yo, yo. I am dead sexy, and you aint."
Whitney fights back a tear and looks at Simone.
"See? That's true love for you. Always letting you down when you really are feeling bad already."
Simone runs away crying, and Whitney embraces Chad while he continues to jot down all her negative traits.
"I love you Chad." Whitney grins.
"Shut up. You're distracting my concentration, yo."
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~*~
"I don't love you David, but I love you.
I want to be with you David, but I love Sam.
Sam is so hot and sexy, but I love you.
I love Sam, and I don't love you.
Oh no...I think I'm confused," Grace Bennett cries out in pain.
"Calm down Grace. I still want to have sex with you," David explains lovingly.
"But I love Sam! He is the bestest husband in the world! He still loved me even when I got this awful haircut!"
David sighs and puts a paperbag over Grace's head.
"Just shut up," he says, and pulls her close to him, about to press his lips onto the paper.
"Oh shit," a new voice interrupts. David turns around with Grace, who still has a paper bag over her head.
"Sam!" she cries out. "What are you doing with Ivy in your arms!?"
"How the heck can you even see me?" Ivy asks outloud. "Oh ya, you have powers. Silly goosey me!"
Sam lets go of Ivy and lets her slam onto the ground.
"It's not what it looks like Grace. I love Ivy!"
Ivy smiles suddenly, even though she feels pain overwhelming her body.
"What did you say?" Grace begins to walk towards Sam, once again, still wearing the paper bag.
"I said I DON'T LOVE IVY!" Sam rolls his eyes. "Are you deaf or something? God! I want a divorce! Come on Ivy. Get off the ground and come with me!"
Ivy's grin expands, and hears Grace sobbing.
"No Sam! I LOVE YOU! DAVID HAS THIS GROSS TOE NAIL AND I THINK IT'S GOING TO ATTACK ME! COME BACK!"
Sam slams the door shut in Ivy's face, and leaves them all crying.
"My toenail isn't yucky! It's just deformed!" David sniffs.
"No! Sam doesn't love me!" Ivy whimpers.
"Sam is my soulmate! AND HE LEFT ME! Now who will eat my tomato soup cakes?" Grace pauses, and then notices Ivy and David.
"Hahahahaha!"
David and Ivy both look at each other in horror. "NNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
~*~
"Will you marry me Gwen?" Ethan slips the ring onto her finger before she could say yes.
"No Ethan! You can't marry her! YOU LOVE ME! I LOVE YOU! WE ARE suppose to be together! NO! NO! NO! NO!"
Gwen slaps Theresa silly.
"Shut up, this is suppose to be a romantic moment here," the Hotchkiss woman explains.
"But Mama said Ethan and I WILL be together! NOOOO!!" Theresa cries some more, her tears beginning to flood the living room.
"Great! Thanks a lot! You ruined my shoes with your mascara tears!" Ethan slaps Theresa silly.
Theresa sobs louder, falling onto her face, and begins to kick and scream like a five year old.
"GROW UP THERESA!" Gwen steps on her.
"Ethan is mine! Ethan is mine! ETHAN IS MINE! ETHAN IS MINE! I want to have sex with him so badly! PLEASE ETHAN! YOU HAVE TO MAKE LOVE TO ME! ME! ME! ME! ME!"
"Well..." Ethan begins to change his mind. "Okay!"
"Ethan!" Gwen yells out loud, slapping him silly.
"I'm sorry Gwen, but Theresa's titties are bigger than yours. How can you compete with that?
Look at the sluttish clothes she wears for me.
Look at all the disguting barbie make up she wears for me.
Look at how stupid she is acting just to impress me.
I'm a hopeless romantic for that..."
Theresa jumps for joy, and tackles Gwen for the ring.
"Get the hell off me bitch! You idiotic tacko queen! I wish you were dead! I HATE YOU!"
"Fate. Fate. Fate. Fate." Theresa closes her eyes and repeats. "Fate. Fate. Fate. Fate."
Ethan and Gwen watch Theresa continue to say 'fate' and both explode from the annoying sound of her voice.
"FATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE FATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
~*~
"Yo, yo, yo, yo! Chad in da house, yo!"
Simone runs towards him, pushing Whitney while at it.
"Chad!" she exclaims loudly.
"Yo girl! Get da hell off me, you dig?"
Whitney manages to get up from the ground and picks up her tennis racket.
"I will fight for Chad!" she yells.
Simone looks stunned, but then agrees to the battle.
"YO, YO, YO! Dis is da bomb, yo! Two girls are fightin for ME! YO!" Chad dances around in a circle.
Out of no where, a huge box of mud appears and Simone and Whitney begin to fight in it.
"YOOOO!" Chad drools and continues to dance.
"Chad is mine!" Simone screams.
"NO! He made love to me! And I love to play tennis!" Whitney threw some mud towards her sister.
"Tennis sucks yo! Music is da way to go! Once you win Whitney, we are signing ya up for some music lessons.
You need da practice.
And you need a better warddrobe.
AND you need to fix up your hair.
AND you need to learn to have sex betta.
AND you just need to chill out and feel da music.
You are just too ugly right now. I am sexy. I sexy man, and you look so UN-SEXY.
We will have to do A LOT OF work on you, Whit, yo.
You are also retarded so we'll send you back to kindergarden. YOU ARE SO BEHIND them, yo, yo, yo. I am dead sexy, and you aint."
Whitney fights back a tear and looks at Simone.
"See? That's true love for you. Always letting you down when you really are feeling bad already."
Simone runs away crying, and Whitney embraces Chad while he continues to jot down all her negative traits.
"I love you Chad." Whitney grins.
"Shut up. You're distracting my concentration, yo."