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welliwont:
SHORT-NOTICE CASTING CALL
Attention BetterMostians! Our casting sub-contractor has asked me to post this urgent Casting Call, so here it is:
JBB Butt Cream Enterprises cordially invites applications for the part
of BAD BYRON, Mr JBB's new beau in the esteemed production 'Broken Arsed Mountain'
Recently B.A.M. Productions engaged this firm for the casting of the exotic hard-to-find Performers that we sometimes require. So in this instance, any interested applicants can reply by PM to either Saucycobblers (Nicky) or to me. (Must have current veterinary certificate of heath to work in this venue.)
DJT
Daniel:
--- Quote from: Arad-3 on January 25, 2007, 07:12:37 pm ---Pango~
((Pango smiles and whispers to Jack))
This is the one that I use!
--- End quote ---
JACK:
((A little uncomfortable by Pango's closeness in his undressed state.))
%% Gotta think on Ennis. Gotta think on Ennis. %%
**((gulp)) Well, thanks Pango, Guess I'll take that one then.... Ya've got nice arms for a department store mole. Sure ya don't rodeo in yer spare time or somethin'? I could probably teach ya a few wrangling tricks if ya want. -**
%% Get a hold a yerself, Jack. %%
((Jack takes the offered lotion and quickly moves away a bit.))
**But first thing's first. Gotta find Ennis del Mar. Ya know where he moved to after the divorce?**
Mikaela:
MONROE:
((Wakes up at last, completely disoriented ))
What? Where am I? My neck is killing me - how long have I slept? And I'm so hungry, tell you what!
((Steps out of car, too late noticing the scenery twirling by crazily ))
Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!
(( Swept off his feet and sucked into a swirling vortex of disintegrating reality that has parts of the Riverton set dancing cha-cha-cha in the sky ))
alec716:
--- Quote from: saucycobblers on January 24, 2007, 03:23:38 pm ---((Meanwhile, in ALMA's kitchen...
...the still slightly phlegmy JBB has had time to reflect upon his goddamn bitch of an unsatisfactory situation during his convalescence))
**No word from TERRY in 4 effen months. Got no idea where he went either. Didn't leave no word, or no sign. Just rolled himself up and disappeared from that laundromat like a fart in the wind...**
((JBB sniffs loudly, and only partly because of the Del Mar lurgy, as a creamy tear slides down his pale tubing))
**The WARSHRAG musta had his reasons, I guess. Though hell if I know what they coulda been. I gotta let ya go, bud... though it makes me madder than a jackrabbit with a cyote on its tail ta do it. Remember the time we spent together in the don't-look-right-tent up on Brokenarse? It coulda been like that, just like that, always... but I guess ya didn't want it TERRY.**
((JBB swallows hard and squeezes his lid tightly shut, trying to get a hold of himself, fearful that if he lets himself go to that place there won't be any way back...))
**Sometimes I miss you so much I can hardly stand it. And I can't stand it no more... please don't be mad at me for needin' sumthin' I don't hardly never get. I gotta let yer soft folds and yer double-stitched hem go, friend, I swear...**
((JBB hums softly to himself, and gently sings in a melancholy voice that is barely a whisper...))
--- End quote ---
(( To the abject horror of BetterMostians everywhere, a limp, fuzzy-headed, and grayer-than-ever TERRY CLOTH crawls back onto the Broken Arse set. SHEEP groan in anticipation of a new round of bad puns, loopy humor, and a very warped weft. AUDIENCE leaves in protest. ))
TERRY CLOTH (sadly, faintly, but facing his fears and exhaustion with great hope):
** JBB, now don't go givin' up on me just yet. That ol' HIGH PRIESTESS, the one who fancies herself some fancy Lypstinka knock-off, had me chained deep in the bowels of ... well, now, you really don't wanna hear about her bowels, do ya? Neither did I, but I had to stand it. I got splinters in my dernier from the bottom a that Sacred Relics trunk. Nasty ol' box should'a gone down with the Titanic. The trunk, I mean. Let's just say that I'm done puttin' the blocks to her for once and for all. You are the only one for me, JB-effen-B. Whaddaya say, still thinkin' about that little exfoliant and loofa operation we could have? **
Front-Ranger:
AUDIENCE MEMBER:
Wooo-hooo the vigil is over at last!!! Terry is back!!!! Bring out the bath elixir let's all have a taste of the bubbly!!!!!!!!
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