Author Topic: THE PERFORMANCE THREAD aside ((action)) %%thought%% (Read 1705216 times)

Daniel · « **Reply #2640 on:** September 21, 2006, 02:34:07 pm »

Daniel: I love how Miss M's working on that unibrow there.

alec716 · « **Reply #2641 on:** September 21, 2006, 02:37:46 pm »

Quote from: Daniel on September 21, 2006, 02:34:07 pm

Daniel: I love how Miss M's working on that unibrow there.

ERNIE:

Hey, BERT, is the FOURTH RANDOM DIVA related to you?

I was just wondering... about the eyebrow, I mean.

Front-Ranger · « **Reply #2642 on:** September 21, 2006, 07:06:39 pm »

Miss M? Did someone say Miss M? Sorry, I was sleepin on my feet like an equine!! This is Monroe's understudy reporting to the set for service!! Just call me Miss M for short. That'll be Ms. M to you, Mr. Ray Mille!! An I brought some condiments with me...some lovely tapenade and pesto... also some of Ennis's stone biscuits and a couple bottles of power reds from Sardinia, by way of Lureen. A lovely sheep gorgonzola, and to top it off a modicum of quince paste. The flavour is so je ne sais quois . . . I've got to get Impish's opinion on this!!

Meryl · « **Reply #2643 on:** September 21, 2006, 07:16:38 pm »

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(( The air is thck with diva air-kisses as I greet the HIGH PRIESTESS, whom I have not seen since our time together absolute decades ago very recently at DAME EDNA's Finishing School for International Megastars in Brisbane. Little-known fact: MISTER RAYMILLE was in our class! But he was much older than we were, coming back to school for training in a second career. ))

HIGH PRIESTESS:

** Yes indeed! Here is a picture of dear Secky (short for Sexual Being Raymille) with his first partner, none other than my dear mama, Dame Deirdre Dimplearse. She would teach me all I was to know about the mystic healing properties of sacred tap dancing. **

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This is Monroe's understudy reporting to the set for service!! Just call me Miss M for short.

** Ah, Monroe, the very person we need to cater Lureen and Jack's special day! How are you at wedding cakes and ice sculptures? **

Daniel · « **Reply #2644 on:** September 21, 2006, 08:19:44 pm »

YOUNG JACK:

**Ice sculptures, in this heat? You've got ta be kiddin'.**

Meryl · « **Reply #2645 on:** September 21, 2006, 08:55:09 pm »

Quote from: Daniel on September 21, 2006, 08:19:44 pm

YOUNG JACK:

**Ice sculptures, in this heat? You've got ta be kiddin'.**

** Oh my dear innocent boy, no one of stature nowadays can give a bride a proper sendoff without an ice sculpture at the reception! The only question is, what shall it be a depiction of? The State of Texas? A Conestoga wagon? The Alamo? Lady Bird Johnson? We must think of the perfect subject! **

Daniel · « **Reply #2646 on:** September 21, 2006, 09:12:57 pm »

YOUNG JACK:

**All I can tell you is that without some freak hail storm er somethin' we won't have an ice sculpture for more than 5 minutes. It'll be a water feature.**

Arad-3 · « **Reply #2647 on:** September 22, 2006, 03:14:22 am »

((Alone in his trailer...Lucas whom has seen Alma at the store stocking shelves for awhile couldn't help noticing her beauty. The attraction has been unbearable for him. He finally has to say something .now. It's now or never! He pose's in front of his mirror one more time before he heads for the store))

Oh my Sweet Alma! Ennis has nothing over me! I am one fine speciman of a man!"

%% I have got to get to that store!! %%

Daniel · « **Reply #2648 on:** September 22, 2006, 05:14:43 am »

Daniel: It's Santa Claus!!!

Meanwhile back in Texas:

Random Heifer 4,592: **Well, ya reckon BULL is gonna get back with us on that Jack fella?

Random Heifer 4,596: **Prolly not. Prolly warned him off. We'd better get a message back up to Wyoming.**

Found Jack in Childress. Pay him back. Revenge is sweet. Waiting for instructions.

((The moocow telegram began making its way back northward toward the border of Oklahoma.))

Daniel · « **Reply #2649 on:** September 22, 2006, 05:36:29 am »

A BOVINE ~~ESCATOLOGY~~ ANTHROPOLOGY, PART 2

NARRATING VOICEOVER: It is with some amazement that I can tell you that the first moocow telegram managed to reach a destination it was intended to go to and that it even found its intended subject. Perhaps the bovine populations are becoming smarter, or perhaps it was just dumb luck. In either case, it was a once in a lifetime event, to be certain, and there is no way that the response message will reach Riverton, Wyoming with even the slightest hint of sensibility. Then again, it seems that the bovine population (and certain politicians and college professors who shall not be mentioned) can get along fine without any sensibility. However, the anthropological discourse requires a humble approach to the observation of the passage of the second moocow telegram. Consider that it was meant to say:

Found Jack in Childress. Pay him back. Revenge is sweet. Waiting for instructions.

By the time it had reached the casino in Oklahoma, and its message picked up by the Native American again, it read as follows:

Poor Jack is Childless. Pain in the back. Refrigerate sweet wafers and confections.

The message inspired the Native American to add a world famous bakery to his casino specializing in frozen delicacies.
The message continued in a northwesterly direction, and by the time it reached the ranches near Lightning Flat, the message read as thus:

Porridge kiss cold mess painted black. Revin engine's sweet way. For some infections.

Of course, this meant nothing to the cattle of those ranches, so they simply passed the message along, once more heading westward on the open plains. It makes one wonder why one would want to study bovine anthropology in the first place, so I can bid this entire concept goodbye with a Shakespearean quote: Westward ho!

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