catch a flake on your tounge
2000-10-30 - 22:00:30
Now reading: �Helter Skelter�, by Vincent Bugliosi, and �The Right To Die�, by Kathlyn Gay.
We had our first snow yesterday. There was a distinct smell of Christmas, and I couldn�t tell whence it came. Wonderful smell.
Narrator: *knockknock* Hello, are the Sirs in there? We�re on in five minutes!
Sir#1: *smokin� a clove* (whisper:) oh no, what�s we gonna do?
Sir#2: (whisper:) I�ll handle this... (louder:) nope, no Sirs in here, just us...umm, Flirts!
Sir#1: *lets the clove hang limply on his lips* (whisper:) what?!?
Sir#2: (whisper:) Jest, play along...
Narrator: Are you sure there�s only Flirts in there?
Sir#1: ...Yepp, we�re sure...nothing going on in here but fliting...
Sir#2: *smile and nodnod*
Sir#1: Well, okay, as long as there are no Sirs...but it doesn�t sound like there�s flirting going on in there...
Sir#2: Oh, we...we're, umm, taking a break...*rubbs his shirt slowly on his pants*
Sir#1: Yea, so we�ll get back to flirting now, and you can go back to today�s episode...
Sir#2: *slobbering and nibbling noises*
Sir#1: tehehe...
Narrator: Hey, was that laughing in there?
Sir#2: Umm, yea, what�s flirting if not funni?
Sir#1: *slapping a wet hand on the back of his neck vigorously*
Sir#2: Oh, oh yea...yes, just like that!
Narrator: Hey, that doesn�t sound like flirting!
Sir#1: Damnit, he�s onto us! Out the back door, Sir!
Narrator: Ha, I knew it! *fumbles with the door*
Sir#2 and Sir#1: *dash out the back door*
Narrator: And so the Sirs rann. They rann garbed only in tattos. *shoot to Sirs, clothed only in tattoos and �censored� spots, running down the road* They rann to France, and did a little dance. *shoot to Sirs, dancing a jig with a pig in a grass skirt* They rann into the sea, where they stopped to drink some tea. *shoot to Sirs having tea on the beach* And eventually, as always happens with the Sirs, they rann so farr away that they returned to the place they had runn from. And there was much happiness upon their return.
In Russian Politics Today: There was a note found in the Kursk. �There�s 23 of us in here. It�s dark, it�s cold. I hope someone comes to rescue us soon.� Poor guys. But guess what? You can now get your very own digital video of the Kursk being searched, dead bodies included at no additional cost. Gawd bless America.
*Uses the IUT to dispel from his mind the thought that there is any sort of sexual representation on the cover of Disney�s The Little Mermaid*
