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Front-Ranger:
LUREEN ((continues in a trancelike state))


...only...there was WHISKEY in the bucket, see, cause they were gonna have hot toddies after fishin'...and it caught on fire and...and...

Mikaela:
RANDOM (CLUELESS) KICKED BUCKET:


Whiskey? On fire? Oh, envy! Sounds exciting! Myself, I'm just cold and kicked into this here dust, where I'm spilling my last lonely lilac drops all alone.....

*sigh*

Front-Ranger:
LUREEN


((Quickly scoops down and rights bucket))

**What a bee-oo-tiful shade of mauve!! I must save this lovely bucket 'cause I have a dear friend who just looooves mauve!! In fact, she's right close by!! I must give this to her!!**

Yel-low, Ennis. Can I call you right back? I gotta do sumpthun right now. What's yer cell phone number??

Mikaela:
ANOTHER RANDOM KICKED BUCKET:


((Sighs longingly))

Yel-low? Did I hear YELLOW!? Yel-low, Lady, am I yellow enough for ya? I need rescue and tender care too!

[
((enticingly))

And I'm worth it - I've still got some precious drops of liquefied sunshine left!!

LauraGigs:
ENNIS [still shiverin from the icy voice —
           scrotal sac tightening, for all the wrong reasons]:



Please maam, I'm beggin you.  Don't just cut me off like yer castratin calves or somethin! 

And whut's a sell phone, anyways?  I know Jack was a salesman and all, but I ain't heard a one of them things. 

Anyways, so Jack was bein a rodeo fuck-up?  Yeah, sounds like Jack all right.  So then whut happened?

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