Author Topic: THE PERFORMANCE THREAD aside ((action)) %%thought%% (Read 1704634 times)

Daniel · « **Reply #2940 on:** October 05, 2006, 07:54:51 pm »

YOUNG JACK:

Just wait here, Lureen... I'm gonna go sign the rest of the adoption papers... Remember to act like he's really yours when yer folks get here. Be back in a moment...

((Jack slips out the door into the hallway of the hospital.))

DeeDee · « **Reply #2941 on:** October 05, 2006, 08:05:35 pm »

LUREEN:

(( The new baby is put in Lureen's arms and she wonders if LD will notice this baby has no resemblance to either family.))

I know daddy, but babies change everyday. He will start to look like one a us as he gets older. Don't worry, you're family name will be carried on.

%% Lureen looks down at little Bobby, and wonders if this child can pass for a Twist.%%

alec716 · « **Reply #2942 on:** October 05, 2006, 09:15:45 pm »

Quote from: DeeDee on October 05, 2006, 08:05:35 pm

RANDOM MATERNITY NURSE FELICIA:

Will you name him, uh, Gary?

DeeDee · « **Reply #2943 on:** October 05, 2006, 09:29:49 pm »

OMG.....LMAO

YOU ARE A RIOT

Kelda · « **Reply #2944 on:** October 06, 2006, 03:44:32 am »

LD newsome:

**It's in the car ma mink loving wifee--ee (good angle by the way - wait till I git ye home - we might try some babymaking ourselves!). Rodeo - you git it.**

((Throws Jack the keys))

saucycobblers · « **Reply #2945 on:** October 06, 2006, 08:23:31 am »

((Meanwhile, in YOUNG JACK's pocket...))

JBB (through heavy sighs and wet sniffles):

%% Wonder if ah'll ever git a reply ta ma effen postcard?? %%

Daniel · « **Reply #2946 on:** October 07, 2006, 11:34:04 am »

YOUNG JACK

((having returned from signing the adoption papers, Jack goes to catch the keys flung in his general direction but misses them.))

%% Goddamn it, LD, why d'ya throw like a girl?%%

((Jack looks over at his wife and her family, coddling the moustached malcontent. Getting a glimpse of the babies face, he shuddered.))

%% No wonder they put him up for adoption.%%

((Jack sighs, shakes his head, and heads out the door.))

%% Now's my chance I can run for it!!! Take LD's car, head north. %%

Pipedream · « **Reply #2947 on:** October 07, 2006, 04:37:22 pm »

((Before heading out of the house, Jack goes to the bathroom where their wedding present from The Queen got it's special place. One thing is for sure: he and Lureen ain't in the poor house...))

Lumière · « **Reply #2948 on:** October 08, 2006, 01:39:26 pm »

Dear Guy, my lover, my friend, my mate
You and me gettin' together must've been fate.
I long for you, my ~~bride~~ groom to be.
Before the owls, the rags and sheep that pee,
The heifers, the bikers and all who'll see -
We'll be wed, ...so make haste and set a date.

I have grown used to your wacky ways:
Like your baths that last days and days.
You excite me with everything you do
The way you cook and knit and shampoo
The way you arrange your beauty products in the loo..
Ah .. this must be love! This ain't no phase!

No doubt there are some crazy days ahead..
Life'll surely throw some adventures on the road we tread..
Like burning pizza days and spilled red wine..
But I'll be by your side, I'll never whine
We'll go at it madly (knitting), until we're both fine ..
In the kitchen, on the couch or even in bed.

God bless the woolies for bringing me here
And Director Raymille for showing me a care..
(..And the Casting Couch .. I'll leave out that part)
You've captured this unemployed Sheep Trainer's heart.
If I could sing like the Dumbass Mule, I'd burst into song
If I could dance like Cher (and get to live that long)..
You'd be the beau of my ball, we'd dance the night away ..
I know I ramble but I hope you see what I mean to say.
I'm counting the seconds to our Broken Arsed Wedding Day ..

Daniel · « **Reply #2949 on:** October 08, 2006, 02:39:44 pm »

GUY RAPHAELSON:

((Busy in his office with telephone calls from various clients, employers, and more, he barely has time to open the embossed ivory legal-size envelope.))

**Awww, that's so sweet..... No, I don't mean you... I mean, yes you are sweet, but that's not what I was trying to-..... I know.... Would you just get those CDs ready for shipment?!!**

((Guy hangs up the phone disgusted, but it quickly rings again.))

**Guy.... Yes, get the Cher wigs on the market ASAP, demand is rising fast.... What do you mean there's not enough peacock feathers for the Cherstravaganza Boas? Didn't we buy that peacock farm in Andelusia?..... Well tell Rolf that the cowboy hats don't need that many feathers, we have to share resources here.**

((No sooner had the phone been placed on the receiver, than it rang again.))

**Guy.... No, the artificial moustaches should be a polyester/acrylic blend... no wool in them at all.... Oh you got the wrong shipment, that's supposed to go to the Woollen Ecstasy factory. I'll let Lucise know about the shipment error.... We're doing fine, thank you.... Umm, that's not really any of your business, is it? Talk to you later.**

((Guy jots down something in his notebook as he puts the phone back on the set. It rings again. Guy sighs as he reaches for it.))

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