Author Topic: THE PERFORMANCE THREAD aside ((action)) %%thought%% (Read 1965576 times)

coffeecat33 · « **Reply #4120 on:** March 10, 2007, 04:35:43 pm »

** Little does the Empress of Everything know there is a surprise waiting for her in the bedroom. **

Front-Ranger · « **Reply #4121 on:** March 10, 2007, 05:12:49 pm »

LUREEN:

Bobby, take yer eyes off those football players fer one second and eat yer dinner, uh, Fruit Loops!! **I spent three hours cookin dinner and three weeks in Montana turkey huntin for this??**

Pipedream · « **Reply #4122 on:** March 10, 2007, 05:37:44 pm »

** Owl Olivia watches the Thanks Giving proceedings at the Twists' house with disgust... **

Meryl · « **Reply #4123 on:** March 10, 2007, 06:27:49 pm »

HIGH PRIESTESS:

%% This is much more entertaining than I expected! Between JACK's oscillating belt buckle, the EMPRESS's scrummy new boyfriend and the inspired casting of L.D., I just don't know where to look first! %%

Meryl · « **Reply #4124 on:** March 10, 2007, 07:18:06 pm »

L. D. NEWSOME:

%% Whut the...! Are my eyes deceivin' me, or is ~~an owl settin' on the TV~~ that pansy-ass about t'turn off the Big Game? %%

Daniel · « **Reply #4125 on:** March 10, 2007, 07:38:14 pm »

JACK:

((Jack reaches down and flips off the TV, turning around slowly.))

**He can eat first and -** ((GULP)) %%Damn, L.D.'s sexy when he's mad!%%

((Jack stops suddenly as L.D.'s face turns a little red.))

Mikaela · « **Reply #4126 on:** March 10, 2007, 08:10:11 pm »

Meanwhile, in Riverton:

A CERTAIN FAMILIAR TURKEY'S SAD DIRGELIKE LAMENT:

Theres a moon over Riverton tonight
I see faces as they gather round the table’s light
I’ve no choice but to throne in their midst:
Ol’ Monroe, his Alma, not-sad dad and kids
I hope that my taste will be strong
Though I worry the stuffing’s all wrong
Well, you’ll na’more see me preen or hear me gobble, that’s gone:
It’s Thanksgivin’ here in Riverton.

It was some months ago that I became what I am
for Thanksgivin’ destined, a sweet innocent lamb
- I mean chick - but still you catch my drift
my quick growth rate soon proved a curse, no gift.
Now basting and sauce flavour my new-cooked meat
Since I’ve lost every feather, I’ve been glad of the heat!
Still, you’ll never see me preen or hear me gobble, that’s gone:
It’s Thanksgivin’ here in Riverton.

I walked everyday to be fed, to grow fat:
All innocent and young, never suspecting that
I was destined for the axe this soon:
The focus for tradition by the harvest moon
How could life be this way, when I dreamed of skies above
wishing for a richer life, - now I’m reduced to mere chow!

**sob-gobble-sob**

So no more you’ll see me preen or hear me gobble, that’s gone:
It’s Thanksgivin’ here in Riverton.

coffeecat33 · « **Reply #4127 on:** March 10, 2007, 08:48:04 pm »

Bobby's understudy

coffeecat33 · « **Reply #4128 on:** March 10, 2007, 08:51:01 pm »

Empress of Everything bodyguard

Fear not, E of E, I will see that there is no fowl play tonight!

coffeecat33 · « **Reply #4129 on:** March 10, 2007, 08:53:28 pm »

Quote from: Pipedream on March 10, 2007, 05:37:44 pm

** Owl Olivia watches the Thanks Giving proceedings at the Twists' house with disgust... **

Hedwig

Who who who is that lovely lady!?

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