You guys better feel spiffy. I've been very busy lately and I'm cutting into precious work time just to please you.
Ewan: Oh, what-EVER, Forkie!
Jude: Yeah, let's see your busy this past month. (rolls footage)
Ewan (on old-fashioned black and white film): Forkie, maybe you should update your story.
No! Must…write…BOB!
(Cuts away)
Jude: Er, Forkie?
(stares at the TV)
Jude: Forkie!
Shhh.
Jude: I was just going to ask you when you're going to upd—
SILENCE, EVIL DEMON OF THE DARKNESS!
Jude: Sorry! (runs away)
…Heheheheheheh. The Bear.
(Cuts away)
I swear it's a homeless person.
Ewan: Forkie, all this time you're wasting video taping yourself can be spent updating your story.
Go away. You're in my shot. (Shoves him away) I mean, how can that NOT be a homeless person?
(Cuts away)
Ewan: Forkie! Are you DRUNK?!
Not really.
Ewan: Why in God's name are you watching The OC?!
(Shrugs)
Ewan: You know, you can be updating your story in this allotted time.
… (Pulls lever)
Ewan: (falls through trap door) AHHH!
Jude: (pops up) Ooo, The OC! Have Summer and Seth gotten back together yet?
Who?
(Footage ends)
I would consider that busy.
Jude: Come on. Your cat's shit is busier than that.
You want me to continue this update or not?
Ewan: It won't matter. You will anyways.
…I hate you.
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I own not.
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Satine, and her parents, Steve—not Harold—and Pam sat in the living room watching 'Who's Line is it Anyways?' and digging into their Kid Cuisines.
Yes, Kid Cuisines. They were about as poor as the Timperlines…only not THAT bad.
"So, Satine, how was your little get-together with the Simplot guy?" Pam asked during a commercial for Herbal Essences shampoo.
Somewhere far, far, far, far off Haldir squealed in delight at the commercial.
"Well, first it was awkward, then it was weird, then it was violent, then it was stupid, then it was confusing, then it was romantic, then it was stupid again, then it was good."
"…So overall it was…?"
"Good."
"Good!" She nabbed the corn off of her fork, which were the size of pebbles and just as hard. They also tasted like melted plastic.
Satine decided to go on a staring streak and gawk at the wall. Even though the wall was actually very interesting to stare at, all that was roaming around her head was Christian.
She just loved everything about that kid. The way he looked, the way he talked, the way he sprinted, the way he blinked, the way his hair flew as he spun around out, the way his body would lift easily from the ground as she'd hurl him around, the way his eyes had no distinguishable color, and especially the way he'd make up poetry off the top of his head.
Her eyes fluttered and she sighed contently.
Pam and Steve looked over at her. Shrugging, they returned to their dinner to finish their nasty-ass pudding complete with the 9 sprinkles the little penguin on the cover would allow them to have.
Noticing this, Steve growled and grabbed his box.
"I hate this penguin," he muttered angrily. He glowered at the cartoon who smiled stupidly back at him. "He thinks we're not good enough to have more than 9 sprinkles for our pudding."
"Honey, you're overreacting," Pam told him, her eyes on her food. Secretly, she was thinking the exact same thing.
"No I'm not. I'm not overreacting. I think it's time this penguin coughed up what we deserve. We deserve more damn sprinkles!" He gripped the box with both hands and shook it furiously.
"COME ON, PUFFY! GIVE US OUR FRIGGIN' SPRINKLES!!! YOU THINK YOU'RE BETTER THAN US?! HUH?! DO YA?!"
Pam, despite similar feelings, rolled her eyes and turned her gaze to the TV.
Satine didn't even notice her father going whacko on the TV dinner box; her train of thought was on a one-way trip to Christianland and she was planning on staying there for a looooong time.
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Christian lay on the bed, one arm draped lazily over his stomach, the other under his pillow as his eyes explored the ceiling, his face expressionless.
"How many did you write?" he asked, not moving.
GollumRox pondered a bit as she took a long drag from her cigarette. After she blew out the smoke and created a cloud above both of them, she came up with her well thought-out answer.
"Four."
"Really?" Christian rolled his head to look at her.
She nodded.
"One in which I was alone in my car while I was supposed to be snowboarding with my dad and brother. It was very cold."
Christian raised his eyebrows, impressed.
"I don't think I've ever had anyone write four poems about me."
"Well, that just shows how much you're really appreciated," she said, the cigarette in her fingers hovering over her mouth. "These people say they love you so much, but do they take time out of their lives to show it?" She scoffed and replaced her cigarette.
"It's kind of ironic since I'm the big fancy poet," Christian mused. "Now am I supposed to write a parody about your life story or something?"
GollumRox let out a short, sardonic laugh. "That would be like making fun of a clown."
The two lay side by side in silence some more, with only the quiet exhales of GollumRox audible as she filled the room with second-hand smoke.
"Not if the clown was sincere," Christian said finally.
She looked over at him and searched his face. Then she gave him a skeptical smile.
"Sure."
Christian, in return, reached over, took her cigarette into his own hand and placed it between his lips as he took a long drag. He turned away and blew the smoke into the air above him.
"You know," he said, "it's too bad this is just a dream."
"GOD DAMMIT!!!" GollumRox yelled as the bed she was lying in suddenly turned into her writer's chair and her body became fully clothed again.
"That'll teach you to fall asleep on the job," Ewan taunted, doing a random happy dance in the middle of the room.
Mostly out of disappointment, she leaped across the room, pummeled Ewan, grabbed his neck and shook him back and forth until he got blue in the face. Then, lifting him by his hair and boxers, pitched him out of the room, after which he later had an inconvenient encounter with the stairs and was sent tumbling two stories only to slam head-on into her vicious dog and immediately getting severely mauled.
GollumRox grinned and gave a short nod of satisfaction, still feeling extremely bummed about her fantasy being, in fact, a fantasy and resumed writing her extremely random story.
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After witnessing the death of the demonic neighbor kid that Christian had contributed to, he found it very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very difficult to concentrate on his writing. His mind was set on everything except the blank sheet of paper and pencil in his hand.
Christian let his pencil drop from his fingers as he sighed and faced the window longingly.
Coincidentally and ever so conveniently, Christian's window was facing Satine's house and also coincidentally and ever so conveniently, he had a great view into her bedroom as the windows were facing each other. AND coincidentally and ever so conveniently, both windows were open.
Oooooo!
But coincidentally and ever so inconveniently, Satine wasn't in the room.
So after deleting four paragraphs of Christian's wanting to meet Satine again and his frustration over not being able to write the play, GollumRox finally stated that Christian returned to staring at his blank paper, unable to crap out any writing for his play he hadn't thought about.
The readers were greatly disappointed at her lack of trying, but they should've felt lucky they were even getting that much.
Anyways…
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Satine snapped out of her staring streak at 9:30. This was usually her bedtime, but she couldn't possibly sleep on a night like this.
Nope. Way too much was on her mind.
She just couldn't get that Christian kid out of her head. To her he was just this perfect guy that was probably the last perfect guy on earth. There was just something about him that she couldn't shake. He was just an all around perfect guy.
In fact, her brain was so chock-full of loving thoughts of Christian that her hormones exploded and she broke out into song.
"I follow the night, can't stand the light…"
"Hurhur. Satine's a bat," commented another ignorant reader.
"Shut UP!" GollumRox growled, turning to Spoofmaster and kicking her in the shin.
"When will I begin to live again?"
She leaped into her room.
Unfortunately, she forgot the door was closed and had a rough meeting with it.
After she got up from the floor and rubbed her smashed nose, she opened the door and continued singing.
"One day I'll fly away, leave all this to yesterday…"
§§§
Christian's head shot up and he look—
"EET'S THE BIG FISH SONG!!!" GollumRox squealed turning up her radio full blast.
Her confused readers read that last part over a few times and still didn't understand its significance. So, for the next 2 minutes, Forkie sat in her chair and listened to the Big Fish song until it was over. Then she continued.
—ed around the room to figure out where that beautiful singing voice was coming from. Although he should've automatically known it was Satine, he still felt the need to search the room before standing up and rushing to the window to see Satine twirling around in her room.
Ah, so it's her.
He grinned.
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"Why live life from dreeeeeam to dreeeeeam And dread the day when dreeeeeeaming ends?"
Suddenly, she stopped and decided she was bored of that song. So she made an attempt to make her voice higher-pitched while tacking on a Jamaican/British accent to sound somewhat like Sting. It was more sad than funny.
"Ow! Just a castaway and I am lost at sea-oh And on some lonely day, no one here but me-oh! My loneliness any man could pay Rescue me before I fall into dismay I'll send an SOS to the world, I'll send an SOS to the world I hope that someone gets my, I hope that someone gets my, I hope that someone gets my message in a bottle, yeah! Message in a bottle, yeah!"
§§§
Christian drooled as he watched her.
§§§
"A year has passed since I wrote my note I should have known this right from the start Only hope can keep me together Love can mend your life but love can break your heart!"
She balled her fists and held them out at arms length by her waist as she kicked out her legs to her words.
"I'll send an SOS to the world, I'll send an SOS to the world I hope that someone gets my, I hope that someone gets my, I hope that someone gets my Message in a bottle, ye-yah! Message in a bottle, woo!"
Now, she decided it was a good time to start jumping, turning 360 degrees in midair and playing some hardcore air guitar.
§§§
Although he wasn't finding this sexy, Christian was thoroughly enjoying her little dance moves that weren't even worthy of an insane asylum escapee. He chuckled and propped an elbow on the windowsill totally forgetting there was a potted plant innocently sitting there.
§§§
As soon as Satine landed on the floor and was ready to leap into the air again, she heard the crashing of a potted plant right outside her window followed by the dying scream of a cat and a familiar voice hissing "Ah, shit!"
She whirled around to face the window only to lock eyes with—
"Christian!" she gasped and smacked into her bed, sending her falling face forward into the sheets.
Graceful.
"Sorry!" he whispered back. "I was just stalking y—I mean, I was um…"
"No! Bad Forkie!" Ewan scolded slapping GollumRox in the back of the head.
"Ow! What?!" she cried, gripping her hair in defense.
"Derr! You already used that joke in your parody!"
"So?"
"So you can't use the same joke twice! What, were you raised in a barn or something?"
He punched her in the shoulder.
They both had forgotten it was sunburned and immediately Ewan was tackled and getting his head smashed repeatedly against the dresser.
As this was happening, GollumRox's immature younger brother wandered into the room and sat at the computer.
i saw u and i wnated 2 ask if u wantted 2 babysit picachu 4 me! christen siad 2 staine when he picked pu picachu and she said yes so they agred and picachu said pika! and they watched pokemon togethre. they relly licked picachu becauz he was round and chubby and cute like the pokemon all and it was fnu 2 have him at the hou—
Suddenly his sister got a hold of his hair and yanked him off the chair. GollumRox sat back down, ignoring Ewan's painful moans from across the room.
"Well…I heard you and I wanted to talk to you and…stuff." Christian put on a sweet smile, hoping to make her completely forget everything that just happened.
It worked.
"Oh, hi, Christian," Satine said, waving to him. "How are you?"
"Well, I'm kinda stressed out about this play I have to write," he admitted. "I can't think of anything to put down."
"Eh, just make some crap up. I'm sure it'll be good."
They stood in silence for a bit.
A very awkward silence.
"Well, see ya," she said finally, reaching for the pull cord to close the blinds.
"Hey, wait. Maybe you can help me a bit. I kinda need a muse."
"I suck."
"It doesn't matter."
"Fine. What do you need help with?"
"Well, for starters, I can't think of a good plot."
Satine tapped her chin as she thought a bit. "Well, when I'm in that situation, I always go with one of two options: plagiarize something good or rip off something slightly good."
"I could base it off of a published work," Christian mused to himself.
"Yeah, like a movie or something," she added.
"What's your favorite movie?"
This one made Satine think a bit. Of course her all time favorite movie ever was Kangaroo Jack but she never admitted that to anybody. Mostly because no one would take her seriously when she'd say how the visionary feast-for-the-eyes special affects and Oscar-worthy acting blew her away into speechless…ness.
So she decided to lie.
"The Wedding Singer!" she blurted out randomly when her eyes, that had been shifting around nervously, landed on a picture of mutilated road-kill which reminded her of Adam Sandler's horrifying mullet. "Yeah, The Wedding Singer."
"You're kidding me," Christian said sounding rather surprised. "That's MY favorite movie!"
"…Really?"
"Oh yeah."
"That's my favorite movie too!" GollumRox told the computer screen.
"…" said the computer screen.
"My favorite movie is Velvet Goldmine in which I play a bisexual mega mogul who appears naked in various scenes," Ewan proudly stated.
In response, GollumRox backhanded him.
"You're a genius, Satine! I'll write the play based on The Wedding Singer!" Christian squealed. "And I shall call it…The Wedding Singer!"
Satine nodded excitedly.
She made a mental note to watch that movie sometime.
"I can see it now." Christian spread his hands over the air in front of him. "The play opens in a famous nightclub with the voice of the town's favorite star vocalist: …"
Satine waited for him to finish with an open mouth. However Christian continued to stare blankly into space, frozen in his position.
"Bob?" Satine guessed.
"Yes!" Christian blurted out, pointing to her. "Bob! Perfect name! Bob…Sandler? Yes, Bob Sandler! He's the main man, everybody wants him at their wedding and only he'll do. He's about to have a wedding of his own to an evil skanky whore named…Dukey…ella. Dukeyella is the woman he's to marry when a beautiful, dazzling, elegant, gorgeous, stunning, HOT, hot, hot waitress by the name of…"
Satine raised an eyebrow and gave him an impressed look. So many adjectives.
"…Gulia Barrymore!" Christian pulled a random name out of the air making Satine raise BOTH eyebrows.
"Gulia Barrymore?"
"Well, I can't make it TOO obvious."
"Oh, and Dukeyella won't give anything away?"
"It's okay. The author is going to change his name in a few pages anyways. We're fine. So anyways, this waitress is about to get married as well! But the guy is a total asshole named TOBAY!"
"Tobay?"
"Toby. I already used a name with "Dukey" in it so I kinda had to be original for a bit. So Toby and Gulia are to be married and Bob's pretty okay with that until he gets stood up at his own wedding!"
"Oh no!" Satine half-exaggerated. This sounded like a good movie.
"So now Bob is skeptical about love and quits his job as a wedding singer when Gulia starts hanging out with him and starts to fall for him. She doesn't tell him though, but at the same time, Bob starts to fall for her as well! Unfortunately, Toby gets in the way of things and makes it difficult for them to have their secret affair. Finally, things just backfire and they go their separate ways, never to see each other again."
"…That's kinda depressing," Satine said after a pause. This movie sucked.
"Well, I changed the ending so that it won't be so predictable for the audience."
"But the ending has to be HAPPY!" she objected, stomping her foot rather immaturely.
"Why?"
"…Because it DOES! All love stories have to have a happy ending!"
"Not always. Romeo and Juliet is said to be the greatest love story ever told and they both die at the end."
"Yeah, well, Romeo and Juliet sucked."
Christian rolled his eyes.
"What's love got to do with it anyways?" Satine pessimistically asked.
"Angela Bassett and Laurence Fishburne, 1993! Tina Turner rocks my world, baby!" shrieked Mike as he ran through GollumRox's room in his tighty whities.
"What the hell was that?" asked pretty much everybody.
"I'm not quite sure myself," the author said, sinking low in her chair.
"What do you mean by that?" Christian asked her. "Don't you believe in love?"
"No. I believe in harsher punishment for parole violators," she said smugly.
"But love is like oxygen!"
"Heh?"
"Love is a many splendored thing!"
"What?"
"Love lifts us up where we belong!"
"Oh, I've heard of that one."
"All you need is love!"
"Not really."
"YES REALLY!" Christian suddenly had this demonic look in his indistinguishable eyes. Satine stopped arguing. "Besides, what's your beef with this whole love thing? Haven't you ever been in love?"
After he said this, Satine fell into a deep recollection of her middle school days and the story warped into a spiffy flashback…
Thirteen-year-old Satine lay on her bed with a YM magazine open in front of her as she dreamily stared at the page.
"I love you so much," she told the magazine.
The picture of Jack Nicholson had no reply.
"When I grow up, I'm going to marry you."
Again, the picture was at a loss for words.
"Oh, Jack, why must you be so dreamy?"
She held the magazine to her lips and she commenced a make-out session with the picture.
"Ohh! Ohh, Jack!" Satine moaned, rolling around on the bed with the magazine still pressed to her face. She fell onto the floor and continued to kiss the paper.
Pam walked through the open door with Satine's clean socks and stared down at her daughter rolling on the floor, now screaming Mr. Nicholson's name.
She cautiously placed the socks down and hurried out of the room.
"Give it to me, Jack! Give it to meeeee!"
The flashback ended way too abruptly and Satine's head felt like it slammed on the brakes and she fell forward in a daze.
Christian glanced at his watch.
"No," Satine insisted, scrambling back up and fixing her hair. "Never been in love at all."
"That's so SAD!" Christian whined. "Well, I haven't been in love either so I don't know what I'm whining about."
"Love is stupid."
Christian let out a hard gasp and started choking on air.
Heh heh, loser, she thought.
"Shut up," she snarled back.
"What do you MEAN love is stupid?!" Christian demanded when he finished his coughing spell. "Love is like oxygen! Love is a many—"
"You already said that."
"Oh. Sorry. Well, then, I guess it's time for me to sing."
With that, he placed his little alarm clock/FM radio on the windowsill and turned it on.
"I was made for loving you, baby, you were made for loving me!" screamed KISS.
Christian joined, surprisingly singing way better than Mr. Simmons and his three minions. "And I can't get enough of you, baby, you can't get enough of me!"
God, he had a great voice.
Ewan grinned haughtily.
Since he didn't know the rest of the song, Christian stopped singing and just let the radio keep playing.
Satine wasn't going down with a fight so she retrieved HER alarm clock/FM radio and turned it on.
"Love stinks! Yeah, yeah!" she sang for the second time in one day. "Love STINKS! Yeah, yeah!"
He challenged her with a new song on the next station.
"In the naaaaaaaaame of love! One night in the name of love! In the naaaaaaame of love! One night in the name of love!" he belted out along with U2.
In retaliation, she turned her radio back on so it blared a new song.
"Love in an elevator! Lovin' it up when I'm goin' down!"
She sang along as Aerosmith screeched the line three more times before the song ended and she turned off the radio.
"…What did that have to do with anything?" a perplexed Christian asked.
"Your turn." Satine didn't feel like arguing. Not now.
Christian shrugged and searched the stations until he found the most relevant song.
"Love lifts us up where we belong!" he was nearly screaming the words in that soothing glossy voice of his.
Just then, a strange-looking, extremely old, beady eyed, big-chinned Golden Globe stealer in a military uniform appeared between the windows.
"Where eeeeeeeaaaagles fly on a moooountain high!" Richard Gere sang in an incredibly off-key tone. He commenced a Russian can-can dance when an annoyed Satine threw a hair dryer at his head and knocked him unconscious.
A stray Doberman finished the job by dragging Mr. Gere off by his ankle down the street to bury him under his doghouse.
After staring after him for a spell, Satine retaliated by singing along to the song. "Love makes us act like we have gas! Throw our lives away for one crappy day!"
Bloo. Take that.
An impressed, and still somewhat shocked from the Richard Gere incident, Christian quickly changed stations and cranked up the volume upon finding the perfect David Bowie song.
"We could be heroes just for one day!" He threw up his arms as he vocalized.
Satine played along.
"You, you will be mean."
"No, I won't," Christian one-third sang, one-third said, one-third screamed.
"And I…I'll drink all the time."
She paused for a bit and wondered what that line had to do with anything.
"We should be loooooooovaaaaaaaahs!" He had sang this line so loud that a few shingles on the roof fell to the ground and the windows rattled.
"We can't do that," Satine sang, wiggling a finger in her ringing ear.
"We should b—"
"Not so loud this time!" she quickly hissed at him.
"Lovahs," he whispered before continuing in a normal voice. "And that's a fact."
"Though nothing would keep us togethah!" she sang back, leaning out the window passionately.
"We could steal time…"
"Just for one day!" Satine joined in.
Christian grinned winningly
Yas!
"We could be heroes forever and ever!" they sang in perfect harmony. Awww. "We could be heroes forever and ever! We could be heroes!"
By this time, GollumRox had toppled backwards out of her chair and gone into a seizure.
So she wasn't there to stop Whitney Houston from sliding in next to Christian.
"And IIIIIIIIII—"
Christian punched her out…yes, just like Mad TV.
"…will always love yoooooooou!"
Satine almost melted into a puddle of flesh-colored goo from his perfect voice.
"IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII can't help loving you!" she continued.
"How wonderful life is now you're in the world," they both finished.
Silence followed.
A very long silence.
"That's it? That's the whole…that's all? It's over?" Satine asked.
Suddenly, she realized she was still passionately leaning out the window, but a little too far and she toppled out.
Luckily, she was only on the first floor so it was all good.
"I'm okaaaaay!" she yelled up to Christian from the bushes where her legs were sticking out.
He didn't believe her and he hopped out of his window to assist her.
Upon heaving her up to her feet, their eyes met and the same cheesy angel music played. They just couldn't let go of each other.
Two minutes passed.
Satine began to drool.
Three minutes passed.
"Um…maybe we should…stop," Christian meekly suggested, though he really didn't mind standing there like an idiot staring at her.
Satine said nothing.
Four minutes passed.
"Did you say something?" she dumbly asked.
"What?" he slurred.
After four and a half minutes, they decided to take advantage of the moment and move in a kiss.
For a first timer, Christian wasn't too bad. Practicing with Carolyn really paid off. As Satine kissed back, she wrapped her arms around his neck and the first thing to enter her brain was the thought of Peeps.
Wow, she really wanted some Peeps.
Peeps were so good.
She loved Peeps.
They were cute too.
Those soft, squishy snacks.
Her mind was bombarded with little marshmallow chicks and bunnies as they danced around a mountain of chocolate chips, singing the universal song of yummy Easter treats.
Suddenly, a huge waterfall of chocolate poured over them all sending some of them cascading away in a large brown tidal wave.
A big floating fiery eyeball descended so that it hovered over the drowned Peeps.
"Beware my wrath, mortals. Ha ha…ha ha."
"Guh!" Satine disgustedly exclaimed as she quickly pulled away from Christian.
"What's wrong? Am I not good enough?" an embarrassed/disappointed Christian asked.
"Huh?"
The two awkwardly stood in silence for a bit before continuing their kiss.
This time, the thought of Peeps stayed out of her head.
Yey.
Across the street was a fence.
One at a time, eight heads popped out from behind it and peered out over the street at the kissing couple.
"This is too good," Mr. Harm muttered happily.
The stray Doberman returned and pulled Mrs. Thomas down as she struggled to stay on the fence, splintering her wrinkly arms on the wood before being dragged off to join Richard Gere.
"I know," Mrs. Boester agreed.
Mr. Wells snapped a picture with his digital camera.
I apologize…for that.
Frotu the Spifftacular – your butt doesn't hurt as much anymore, huh? Laughs maniacally Shape friends! Yes. I mean, hel-LO?! My slug?! Yah! Yah…uh, yeah. Thû is coming up. Just be patient. God.
Paige – I'm surprised you said it dragged on a bit. In my opinion it's been dragging on since it began. Yes, The Village was goot. …Oh YEAH?! Well, you know what Bush was doing after he was informed the World Trade Center Towers were attacked? He read My Pet Goat! But I should shut up because our suffering is only half over and I need to learn to live with it. looks around Bush sucks.
Shriylon – But I AM perfect… Nope, don't like Bush. Don't like Kerry either but don't like Bush more. But we gotta put up with both him and Jay Leno for four more years. Ye-hey, America.
Midnight Proc - …Shut up.
Fufulupin – Hope you didn't wait too long. And the randomness is thrown in especially for you.
Eax – Just do what I do when I can't stay up each night to watch a show. Record each episode and watch it in the morning. Dee. Snuffy died? I hope not! She's mah budday!
Midnight Proc – The interviews were sexy. Too bad you couldn't watch them. Yes, Conan is a terrible father. But I can think of a worse one. Glares in a northwestern direction Won't mention any names… ANYWAYS! Here's an aphorism I thought was sexy. "Having a good memory isn't intelligence. When it all boils down, common sense is all you need because James Cook discovered Hawaii in 1890 won't help you much in a burning building." Oh yeah. licks finger and touches hip Ssss!
Addicted2Ewan?!! – Falls to the ground and grovels I AM NOT WORTHY! I AM NOT WORTHY! Oh, er, I mean hello. Fancy seeing you here… This isn't my parody by the way but thank you for stooping to my level to humor me. I am quite honored. Yes, romance coming right up. That's what it's all about, yah? Oh yeah. But thanks for making me feel extra spiffy.
Rosemarie-ouhisama – AAAAHHHHHH! Falls back to the ground and grovels NO! I AM NOT WORTHY! I AM NOOOOT WOOOORRRRRTTTTHHHYYYYY!!! I – er, ahem. H-hi… This is quite the surprise. Never before have TWO legendary MR writers reviewed for me! I am quite flattered. sheepish grin Anyways! Ah, fellow democrat, we shall prevail again…some day…hopefully… Well, back to the story. Ah, yes, I'll make sure my ending isn't as depressing as the Baz/Craig ending. Worry not. Wah! You're from Michy? Detroit?! Blaaa! Ever been to Wiscaaansin? hopeful grin AH! I shall carry your requests through ASAP! …Maybe. Definitely Mr. Jolly though. Oh yeah. Bows again
Well, that was eventful. And in the words of my husband: "Gobble gobble gee, gobble gobble gay, have a good turkey day!"
Happy Thanksgiving, America!