Inside my head, part 7372...
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nirix5Legolas was having trouble understanding the conversation.
The setting: leftovers night at the kitchen table. The subject: war. The question: What, if a biological something detonated and you only had seventy two hours left to live, would you do with the remaining time?
The answer: oh, the answers. The answers were the confusing part.
Heather looked pensively into her glass of soda. “Dude, if that happened, fuck it. If someone thinks I’m going to duct tape myself inside my house and die of suffocation they’ve got another thing coming.” She took a sip and then grinned. “I’m going to go outside and barbeque, dammit.”
Saint Babs laughed. “We can raid Big M’s. Hold up The D’s with the bakery knives and take whatever we want.”
“Steaks!” squealed Tess, rubbing her hands together.
“Smirnoff Ice,” added Heather.
“We’ll have a party in the back yard.”
“We can go to the bridal shop and steal some dresses- wear whatever we want.”
“I’m going down to Ninja!Boys’ house and hijacking their bikes,” Heather said, grinning evily. Saint Babs laughed and shook her head. “Hey, you. We’re gonna die. I want a ride…”
It was all downhill from there. Fifteen minutes later all three had collapsed into uncontrollable giggles, mostly due to mental images of the hijinks they were going to pull. Pinching so-and-so’s nose. Stealing jewelry. Eating everything in sight. Midnight margaritas- what those were, Legolas wasn’t exactly sure- barbeques, parties, street races, loud music, dancing.
“I’m gonna get laid,” said Tess abruptly (fifteen-year-old Tess, who in her mother’s eyes was still only ten,) shocking everyone in the room.
“Tess!” Saint Babs’s appalled face sent Heather into another fit of giggling.
“I’m gonna jump Elijah Wood,” she continued.
“I’m gonna jump Orlando Bloom,” Heather threw in her two cents, drawing a sharp look from Legolas.
Their mother thought for a second before saying matter-of-factly, “I guess I’ll just have to jump your father.”
Ew, ew, ew. The two girls made faces until Babs relented, deciding that she would jump Viggo instead. But only as Strider.
“Don’t worry, Lego. I won’t let any fangirls getcha,” Heather whispered to Legolas, who was sitting next to her, as usual.
“Your conversation confuses me, although-” he began. Suddenly he stopped. “Why is your sister doing that?” Heather followed the elf’s line of sight.
“Mom, are my eyes crossed?” she asked, one finger pointing to her nose (both eyes were indeed trained on it.)
“Only if you dot your T’s,” answered Saint Babs, and Legolas put his head down on the table in exasperation and wondered why he stuck around.
The setting: leftovers night at the kitchen table. The subject: war. The question: What, if a biological something detonated and you only had seventy two hours left to live, would you do with the remaining time?
The answer: oh, the answers. The answers were the confusing part.
Heather looked pensively into her glass of soda. “Dude, if that happened, fuck it. If someone thinks I’m going to duct tape myself inside my house and die of suffocation they’ve got another thing coming.” She took a sip and then grinned. “I’m going to go outside and barbeque, dammit.”
Saint Babs laughed. “We can raid Big M’s. Hold up The D’s with the bakery knives and take whatever we want.”
“Steaks!” squealed Tess, rubbing her hands together.
“Smirnoff Ice,” added Heather.
“We’ll have a party in the back yard.”
“We can go to the bridal shop and steal some dresses- wear whatever we want.”
“I’m going down to Ninja!Boys’ house and hijacking their bikes,” Heather said, grinning evily. Saint Babs laughed and shook her head. “Hey, you. We’re gonna die. I want a ride…”
It was all downhill from there. Fifteen minutes later all three had collapsed into uncontrollable giggles, mostly due to mental images of the hijinks they were going to pull. Pinching so-and-so’s nose. Stealing jewelry. Eating everything in sight. Midnight margaritas- what those were, Legolas wasn’t exactly sure- barbeques, parties, street races, loud music, dancing.
“I’m gonna get laid,” said Tess abruptly (fifteen-year-old Tess, who in her mother’s eyes was still only ten,) shocking everyone in the room.
“Tess!” Saint Babs’s appalled face sent Heather into another fit of giggling.
“I’m gonna jump Elijah Wood,” she continued.
“I’m gonna jump Orlando Bloom,” Heather threw in her two cents, drawing a sharp look from Legolas.
Their mother thought for a second before saying matter-of-factly, “I guess I’ll just have to jump your father.”
Ew, ew, ew. The two girls made faces until Babs relented, deciding that she would jump Viggo instead. But only as Strider.
“Don’t worry, Lego. I won’t let any fangirls getcha,” Heather whispered to Legolas, who was sitting next to her, as usual.
“Your conversation confuses me, although-” he began. Suddenly he stopped. “Why is your sister doing that?” Heather followed the elf’s line of sight.
“Mom, are my eyes crossed?” she asked, one finger pointing to her nose (both eyes were indeed trained on it.)
“Only if you dot your T’s,” answered Saint Babs, and Legolas put his head down on the table in exasperation and wondered why he stuck around.
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Date: 2003-05-11 01:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-05-11 01:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-05-11 01:43 pm (UTC)check these out... all zoolander quotes :D
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Date: 2003-05-11 02:04 pm (UTC)Re:
Date: 2003-05-12 02:56 pm (UTC)He'd smile at you. But no eye candy! You'd be a
good friend, but you're too sweet. The point
is to get naked! Hello! (er, maybe you're
under age...okay give it a few years)
(http://quizilla.com/users/Puhleeze/quizzes/How%20naked%20would%20Orli%20(Orlando%20Bloom)%20get%20for%20you%3F/)
*BANGS. HEAD. INTO. THE WALL.*
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Date: 2003-05-13 07:06 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2003-05-12 02:51 pm (UTC)