A Shadow and an Irritation Have Been Growing on My Chin...I'd Better Shave
Pirate's Parrot: I feel ignored.
Pirate's Parrot: Overlooked.
Pirate's Parrot: Rejected.
Wise Woman: AAAARRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!
Wise Woman: I meant the teacher, not you Pirate's Parrot. We love you.
Wise Woman: Pirate's Parrot...Helium Flower and I are really sorry!
Pirate's Parrot: You should be. (Sulks) You don't appreciate me.
Wise Woman: WE APPRECIATE YOU FOR GOD'S SAKE! YOU MAKE MY DAY BRIGHTER, LIGHTER, HEIGHTER, MIGHTER, TRITER...and yeah!
Pirate's Parrot: Heighter? Triter? Okay, I see how it is.
Wise Woman: Look, I just ran out of adjectives!!!
Pirate's Parrot: That's your side of the story.
Pirate's Parrot: Everyone is doing puppets/dolls/mixed...we should join the party.
Pirate's Parrot: One little issue...more work!
Wise Woman: Yeah..I'll bring the chips and dip. *sighs*
Pirate's Parrot: I'll supply the naked Kens! I mean, Greek athlete Ken! But I repeat myself.
Wise Woman: Oh God. *covers face in hands*
Wise Woman: Pirate's Parrot, control yourself please...
Pirate's Parrot: If I make a mask...
Pirate's Parrot: ...You will run away in terror...
Pirate's Parrot: ...Expectant mothers will miscarry...
Wise Woman: Stop making me laugh!
Pirate's Parrot: ...and I will cry, "But I haven't put it on!"
Wise Woman: do you want me to spit cookies all over the darn screen??
Pirate's Parrot: So...Plague?
Pirate's Parrot: Done with the plauge.
Pirate's Parrot: placque.
Pirate's Parrot: plague.
Pirate's Parrot: Oh, my goodness.
Wise Woman: What?
Wise Woman: New problem?
Pirate's Parrot: Spelling errors...er...
Wise Woman: T comes in and lion scares me off
Wise Woman: Oh, but chorus sings before that, right?
Pirate's Parrot: And there is life after death, and heaven and hell, and a green meadow and a football game with me as their tights.
Pirate's Parrot: Chorus sings before everything.
Wise Woman: You as their tights?? How disturbing...OK.
Wise Woman: -__-' Desperation accounts for many strange actions.
Pirate's Parrot: Uh...Wise Woman...you're jotting this down, right?
Pirate's Parrot: Right.
Wise Woman: Right? Uh...*laughs nervously* Riiiiiiiiight....
Pirate's Parrot: I thought so.
Wise Woman: *Frantically grabs pen and paper*
Pirate's Parrot: Oh, good. I always said what a responsible, dependable...WHAT?
Wise Woman: Hee hee...runs off.
Pirate's Parrot: You are in front of R, and and next shot R is violently shaking you.
Wise Woman: I start to freak.
Pirate's Parrot: E tries to stop him.
Pirate's Parrot: You spill all.
Wise Woman: With maniacal glee.
Pirate's Parrot: Well, perhaps not quite glee per se.
Wise Woman: Fine.
Wise Woman: But there'll be glee inside my heart.
Pirate's Parrot: But hopefully no one will see it, because that would be frightening.
Wise Woman: Should we make the sword?
Pirate's Parrot: (Pokes around with a flashlight and sees GLEE hanging out on the heart couch and watching The Simple Life)
Wise Woman: The Simple life? Why The Simple Life, of all shows??
Wise Woman: Ahem, anyways...
Pirate's Parrot: I think I have those markers that attach to each other end-to-end. (Shrug) They're pretty girls? GLEE's a voyeur? Who knows?
Pirate's Parrot: We could use those as a sword.
Wise Woman: Excuse me??? GLEE's a lover of bloodshed!
Pirate's Parrot: And whose fault is that, mmmhmmmm? He wasn't always that way.
Wise Woman: Markers, eh?
Wise Woman: Interesting
Wise Woman: Think it'll work?
Pirate's Parrot: I was just trying it out in front of the mirror...
Wise Woman: Uhm...how nice...
Wise Woman: Does it look painful?
Pirate's Parrot: I am Superman! A blade cannot stand against the Man of Steel!
Wise Woman: Scratch blade, insert markers.
Pirate's Parrot: Not this nonexistent shining surface, you won't. Well, markers cower at my flabby fat and fall apart as soon as they touch me!
Wise Woman: Uh...thanks for the details...
Pirate's Parrot: Seriously though, when I tried to stab myself...the whole thing collapsed.
Wise Woman: we should make it out of carboard and wrap it in foil
Pirate's Parrot: ...and we get this cardboard from...
Wise Woman: God.
Wise Woman: No, kidding...
Pirate's Parrot: Oh, really?
Wise Woman: I have a box we can destroy.
Wise Woman: Do you have foil?
Pirate's Parrot: He sent manna, but not cardboard.
Pirate's Parrot: Yes! Heavy duty and marked for demolition.
Wise Woman: Ah...got scissors?
Pirate's Parrot: So bring your demolished box.
Wise Woman: Uh, Pirate's Parrot?
Pirate's Parrot: Wise Woman, you must think I live in a cave.
Pirate's Parrot: Or a hole in the ground.
Pirate's Parrot: Overlooked.
Pirate's Parrot: Rejected.
Wise Woman: AAAARRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!
Wise Woman: I meant the teacher, not you Pirate's Parrot. We love you.
Wise Woman: Pirate's Parrot...Helium Flower and I are really sorry!
Pirate's Parrot: You should be. (Sulks) You don't appreciate me.
Wise Woman: WE APPRECIATE YOU FOR GOD'S SAKE! YOU MAKE MY DAY BRIGHTER, LIGHTER, HEIGHTER, MIGHTER, TRITER...and yeah!
Pirate's Parrot: Heighter? Triter? Okay, I see how it is.
Wise Woman: Look, I just ran out of adjectives!!!
Pirate's Parrot: That's your side of the story.
Pirate's Parrot: Everyone is doing puppets/dolls/mixed...we should join the party.
Pirate's Parrot: One little issue...more work!
Wise Woman: Yeah..I'll bring the chips and dip. *sighs*
Pirate's Parrot: I'll supply the naked Kens! I mean, Greek athlete Ken! But I repeat myself.
Wise Woman: Oh God. *covers face in hands*
Wise Woman: Pirate's Parrot, control yourself please...
Pirate's Parrot: If I make a mask...
Pirate's Parrot: ...You will run away in terror...
Pirate's Parrot: ...Expectant mothers will miscarry...
Wise Woman: Stop making me laugh!
Pirate's Parrot: ...and I will cry, "But I haven't put it on!"
Wise Woman: do you want me to spit cookies all over the darn screen??
Pirate's Parrot: So...Plague?
Pirate's Parrot: Done with the plauge.
Pirate's Parrot: placque.
Pirate's Parrot: plague.
Pirate's Parrot: Oh, my goodness.
Wise Woman: What?
Wise Woman: New problem?
Pirate's Parrot: Spelling errors...er...
Wise Woman: T comes in and lion scares me off
Wise Woman: Oh, but chorus sings before that, right?
Pirate's Parrot: And there is life after death, and heaven and hell, and a green meadow and a football game with me as their tights.
Pirate's Parrot: Chorus sings before everything.
Wise Woman: You as their tights?? How disturbing...OK.
Wise Woman: -__-' Desperation accounts for many strange actions.
Pirate's Parrot: Uh...Wise Woman...you're jotting this down, right?
Pirate's Parrot: Right.
Wise Woman: Right? Uh...*laughs nervously* Riiiiiiiiight....
Pirate's Parrot: I thought so.
Wise Woman: *Frantically grabs pen and paper*
Pirate's Parrot: Oh, good. I always said what a responsible, dependable...WHAT?
Wise Woman: Hee hee...runs off.
Pirate's Parrot: You are in front of R, and and next shot R is violently shaking you.
Wise Woman: I start to freak.
Pirate's Parrot: E tries to stop him.
Pirate's Parrot: You spill all.
Wise Woman: With maniacal glee.
Pirate's Parrot: Well, perhaps not quite glee per se.
Wise Woman: Fine.
Wise Woman: But there'll be glee inside my heart.
Pirate's Parrot: But hopefully no one will see it, because that would be frightening.
Wise Woman: Should we make the sword?
Pirate's Parrot: (Pokes around with a flashlight and sees GLEE hanging out on the heart couch and watching The Simple Life)
Wise Woman: The Simple life? Why The Simple Life, of all shows??
Wise Woman: Ahem, anyways...
Pirate's Parrot: I think I have those markers that attach to each other end-to-end. (Shrug) They're pretty girls? GLEE's a voyeur? Who knows?
Pirate's Parrot: We could use those as a sword.
Wise Woman: Excuse me??? GLEE's a lover of bloodshed!
Pirate's Parrot: And whose fault is that, mmmhmmmm? He wasn't always that way.
Wise Woman: Markers, eh?
Wise Woman: Interesting
Wise Woman: Think it'll work?
Pirate's Parrot: I was just trying it out in front of the mirror...
Wise Woman: Uhm...how nice...
Wise Woman: Does it look painful?
Pirate's Parrot: I am Superman! A blade cannot stand against the Man of Steel!
Wise Woman: Scratch blade, insert markers.
Pirate's Parrot: Not this nonexistent shining surface, you won't. Well, markers cower at my flabby fat and fall apart as soon as they touch me!
Wise Woman: Uh...thanks for the details...
Pirate's Parrot: Seriously though, when I tried to stab myself...the whole thing collapsed.
Wise Woman: we should make it out of carboard and wrap it in foil
Pirate's Parrot: ...and we get this cardboard from...
Wise Woman: God.
Wise Woman: No, kidding...
Pirate's Parrot: Oh, really?
Wise Woman: I have a box we can destroy.
Wise Woman: Do you have foil?
Pirate's Parrot: He sent manna, but not cardboard.
Pirate's Parrot: Yes! Heavy duty and marked for demolition.
Wise Woman: Ah...got scissors?
Pirate's Parrot: So bring your demolished box.
Wise Woman: Uh, Pirate's Parrot?
Pirate's Parrot: Wise Woman, you must think I live in a cave.
Pirate's Parrot: Or a hole in the ground.
wow, what a crazy blog, winnie. i guess it's very you. i have a blog too but it doesn't have nearly the entertaining content yours does. in fact, it barely even talks about me because i don't really like publishing my thoughts for all to see. so if you'd really like the address i'd be happy to give it to you, but i understand if you don't want to see it.
honestly, your blog is so self deprecating it's almost like you're fishing for compliments [=. but i'm sure you aren't. that's not the winnie i know. see you monday i hope?
-joy
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Anonymous |
9:14 AM
oh, i forgot to say, your idea about a community blog sounds really fun! i mean, i prolly won't be very funny though... so i can read it when you guys make one, or i can try really hard to be creative on it and fail. but it does sound really neat! work out the details, and let's start it...
--joy
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Anonymous |
10:11 AM
Hornball (do you like my nickname for you? I combined horny with ball, because that's what you are?)
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You're such a strange man, Winnie. That's right...MAN!! HAHAHAHA...?
Oh gosh, I need a life.
I like this journal, but why did you send Joy and I the link to it NOW and not earlier!?
Oh, and I have a blog too, but I won't paste the link here because Joy didn't post her's and because I just like to annoy you. :)
Can't really think of anything else to say...(it's 10:30 a.m., I'm still dead).
See ya Monday!!
-sheena, your dim lighted and hornballish friend
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Anonymous |
10:40 AM
Oh, whoops, yeah, I like the idea of a community blog too...Basically I agree with everything that Joy wrote in her last post. Once again, it's too early in the morning for me to think clearly...not that I ever actually do ;)
Posted by
Anonymous |
10:43 AM
What the heck? Your comment section just deleted everything I wrote after my last post :(
Oh well, I'm too lazy to re-write what I wrote.
This is my last comment.
I SWEAR (you know I'll come back five seconds later, just watch...)!
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Anonymous |
10:45 AM