I'd sworn off Bettermost for a solid month (although it feels a lot longer) so I can get my fucking joke of a career on track. Hadn't even peeked.
Well, fiddle me dee. You survived?! You'll wahnt a glass of some fresh ahced tea after thaht, wontcha? A piece ah cherry cake?((Scarlett turns as a script girl runs up to her and whispers something in her ear. She looks up confused.))**Whah in tha hail would he want coffee? It's the middle of tha afternoon. Fahn, fahn, Ah'll ask'm if he wants... coffee.**((Scarlett shudders as though she can't abide the idea.))Ah reckon I can getcha coffee if ya want.
(( PANTS blushingly dives into the nearby laundry basket, obscuring the 'starch-on' that Meryl's words have elicited.))Thank you, Meryl! (Sorry.. )