Uh oh...drom...please don't tell me you were the Stepford wife gone horribly wrong....actually do tell me. That would be really cool if it were true.
<falls down on the floor, in a melodramatic kind of way>
Heh heh. Enjoy your Kool Aid, Rick, 'cause there's only one porta-potty and that crowd looks mighty big!
I was cloned for dubious 'artistic' reasons... and have been seperated from my sisters ever since. *sniff.* I should invite them over to A2K. I think that one lives in Iran.
Sotto voce: Heh heh. Death by stampede.
But trust me, guys. I wouldn't just leave one option open. If that doesn't work, there is the ultra-hydro-kick-ass-family-variety-smiletime-plan. Otherwise known as this envelope...
I never knew Abu was your sister, drom. I feel for you.
I don't know which is worse. That she pretends to be 'Abu,' or is infatuated with Dick Cheney.
Yeah, you heard me. She prints off colour-in versions of Dick's poses, and colours them in lovingly. She once loved Liberman, but that was only a phase.
But, I have something that will shock the socks off you...
Abu, Harper and Johnny Rotten are the same person, my sister.
*sobs*
I feel like plagiarising a mawkish Eliot poem about a minor Shakespeare play.
<waves furiously> Hey, attention is moving to drom! I want some too! I just survived a serious stampede, and even made it to the toilet. Still a little light in the head, but still alive and kicking (and getting tired, should get some sleep)
Rick d'Israeli wrote:<waves furiously> Hey, attention is moving to drom! I want some too! I just survived a serious stampede, and even made it to the toilet. Still a little light in the head, but still alive and kicking (and getting tired, should get some sleep)
Ahh, I'll give you some attention. Here's a plunger, use it wisely.
Aww, I'm sorry Rick! I've been ignoring you.
Here, I'll set my legion of killer hounds on you. That should wake you up!
OK. A plunger and a group of killer hounds. I'm not very popular, am I? <uses plunger to distract dogs while running towards the nearby McDonalds>
Poor you, Rick. If you want attention, you can be Helena in my Mexican adaptation of All's Well that Ends Well; that ought to get you some attention ;D. (especially if the dogs start chasing you mid-soliloquoy.)
That's fine with me ... wait a minute: Helena? Now, I might (I said: MIGHT) be wearing fortune's clothes, but that doesn't make me a Helena. I would rather go for a more ... masculine role
Rick d'Israeli wrote:OK. A plunger and a group of killer hounds. I'm not very popular, am I? <uses plunger to distract dogs while running towards the nearby McDonalds>
Actually, you are popular, just a tad paranoid.
On second thought, I'll call off the dogs. I'd like to get that dress back in one piece!
OK guys, have to go, it's almost 1:00 o'clock here, have to be up tomorrow to earn some money with being waiter (don't start ...) Bye all. Thanks for the free snacks cav (I assume they were free ...)
Have a good rest Rick, yes, in the virtual pub, everything is free.
