[crosses to center stage, steps up to microphone, clears throat in a burst of feedback]
Hello. My name is Robbie and I'm not having any fun.
...un...un...un...un...
Now that I'm here there's never anybody to play with.
...ith...ith...ith...ith...
Hello?
...'lo...'lo'...'lo...
Echo!
...'cho...'cho...'cho...
*sigh*
...igh...igh...igh...
[walks offstage]
::crickets::
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Bored Now
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SIMON COWELL: Mr...St. Thomas, is it? Aren't you a little OLD to be trying out for American Idol?
PAULA ABDUL: Simonnnn! Go on, sweetie. Give it your best shot.
RANDY JACKSON: Dawg. You can't just stand there. Sing out, man!
SIMON: Seriously, stop with the costumes. We're not having any fun either.
PAULA: Simonnnn! You did just fine, sweetie. I don't...I don't think...um {giggle} I...
RANDY: Dawg. You're just not right for this competition.
SIMON: Isn't there someone else you could be terrorizing this evening?
And you are?
C'mon, Mellie, I made a real effort and added yet another password to my failing memory just to hang out here with "everyone" and, aside from a brief appearance by ~Craig~ and a one-liner from the Sequined Wonder, it's been quieter than SpurtBastardBoy's bedsprings in here. I mean, it's either interactive or it's not. Masturbation I can get at home.
Hey, I've added two new episodes of "Hung By The Chimney With Care" -- it's not my fault if everyone else is off doing something else.
And they're tres fabu, of course. I even read them twice. And I sent you a pic via F_F for future illustrations. That's because I'm so nice.
Say it.
Make me, big boy.
I don't make children, I just loathe them.
(shaking my head at Melanie and Robbie)
Get a room, you two.
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