A/N: I was bored. And had writer's block again, so wrote some more of these. My obsession with Kenny's family kind of shows here, since three of the five are McCormick-centric in some way or other. Reviews would be nice, since I'm in a "God-I'm such-a-crap-writer-and-no-one-likes-anything-I-write" mood. But, since I'm probably right, I understand if I don't get any. Enjoy anyway.
Oh, and it's probably clear to most, but just in case it's not, the Sunset Boulevard drabble is based on the Quintuplets 2000 episode, and the I Don't Love You one is based on the end of Chef Goes Nanners.
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Sunset Boulevard-John Barrowman
Life in Romania is good.
Seriously, they have cheap food, cheap clothes, cheap everything.
Better than home. 'Least here, I'm not the token poor kid, who everyone makes fun of
I don't know how long it'll last-my dad was on TV saying he wants me back today.
Sucks for me.
My mom doesn't want to go back. As far as she's concerned, this is brilliant
My performance for tonight is sold out. I don't have that wide a repertoire, mainly just opera and show tunes.
But they still cheer
For once in my life, I am celebrated for being me
Easy Terms-Blood Brothers Cast
I look down at my baby. My little Kenny.
I can't keep him. I know that.
We can barely feed ourselves, let alone another baby.
I know that.
Doesn't make it easier.
Those gorgeous eyes look at me.
They know.
They're pleading with me, to let him stay.
I love him already. Just as much as Stuart, or Kevin.
I don't want to love him. He's an inconvenience. But how could I not?
I made this baby. I carried him for nine whole months. I felt him kick.
I went through fucking agony to bring him into this world.
So I'll be damned if I get rid of him after all this.
I look him, the little blonde angel in my arms.
I know in my heart I'll never ever be able to let him go.
We'll manage.
Somehow.
Stay Together for the Kids-Blink 182
Oh God.
Is it really too much to ask for one night where I can actually sleep?
Cartman's right: At my house, everyone's either fucking, fighting or having babies.
Don't get me wrong, I love my parents. And them fighting IS hilarious.
Just wish they'd limit it to between the hours of 8am, and 10pm
Get off my mattress, walk over to the door
Shout at them to shut the fuck up
Hug my sister. She knows she's loved. But she's still pissed at the rude awakening.
Tell her to go back to bed
She yells over her shoulder to shut the fuck up, she's got a fucking earache.
My dad stops mid-yell, and shoves my mom against the wall, kissing her
She kisses back, harder.
God, my parents are lame.
I Don't Love You-My Chemical Romance (Candy)
She walks away from me, her beautiful, black hair blowing in the wind.
Wendy Testaburger has left.
She says it was just sexual tension
Was it fuck?!
She loved me. I fucking know it
But she's gone now. Back to the pussy-fag.
Chicks are so lame.
Especially her.
But why are my eyes stinging?
I'm not crying. Only fags cry, and I'm way too awesome to cry.
It's just the wind.
Yeah, the wind.
I don't love Wendy Testaburger.
She's a dirty hippy.
Who's probably a communist.
Yeah, that's right.
She does have a nice ass though,I must admit.
But I still don't love her.
Much.
Cleaning Out My Closet-Eminem
Mom.
You don't deserve that title
I only call it you because there's no clean word that describes you aptly enough.
Why did you do it?
Why were you such a bitch to me?
You love me. I think. You act like it
But I'm still unsure.
I don't know if it started when you found out about Dad
He can't being bi, I guess
Didn't stop him from going berserk when he found Eric's wiener in my mouth.
But I digress
You've both done so much to me: hit me, yelled at me, grounded me for no reason
Even tried to kill me.
Was I really such a bad son, mom?
Whatever I do, it's never right.
I never can make you proud.
Everyone else's parents are supportive
Even Kenny's, who everyone thinks beat him
They don't.
You do.
And you're not a redneck, alcoholic.
So you have no excuse.
I still love you mom, even after all this
But I doubt you still love me.