>>>Gloria:
>>>Oh yea, baby. Back and black...er...still caucasian.
>> Doc:
>> <taking notes>
>> Ah, und how longk has this condition been goingk on?....
>Gloria:
>Well, I was born black...then I grew up white. Not sure why it had to change.
Lee Zard (a chameleon by trade):
Ya, I know the problem.
I was sittin' on a chess-board, minding my own business,
and all of a sudden I break out in black-and-white squares -
then some clown slaps a pawn down on yer head ....
>>>>>Gloria:
>>>>>I've actually been wanting to stop by,
>>>> klaatu:
>>>> you, your dad, Cam, your mom
>>>> all welcome any time.
>>>> (this place is kinda primitive, mind,
>>>> but there's wall-to-wall floors and ceilings,
>>>> running water (hot, even) and a computer....)
>>>Gloria exulted gloriously:
>>>Woohoo! Party at Kurt's! I'll bring the Ghettopoly!
>>>
>>>*slips you a large, space ship shaped present* It's a...um, puppy.
>> klaatu:
>> Outstanding ! -
>> wanna go for pizza an Alpha Ceti Five?
>Gloria:
>Extra cheese?
<National Dairy Association rolls out the ceremonial Cheese Carpet>
Spokesfolks:
Pizzas this size are usually done on a hot-plate
the size of a regulation Olympic swimming-pool
so as to attract personnel accustomed to snacking on grand scale -
for instance, the ice-skaters who cut it into pieces for guests.
>>>Gloria:
>>>Well, a certain Elf that makes me feel whole came by last night,
>>>but couldn't stay long. He's part of the reason I wanted to be smited.
>>>(Long story)
>>>Things do get better. As proved by my ever-growing Brandon Lee shrine:
>>>It Can't Rain All the Time.
>> k:
>> yay for da Elf, and benisons upon your weather-reporter,
>> who seems quite correct - it's gotta be sunny somewhere,
>> and with a bit of luck it'll even get here....
>Gloria:
>Yay for snow!
<Santa schedules a flurry
specially for Sheena, Glorious Queen of the Jungle>
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