Neroli and Gunhand
POSTED BY: Elwoodmom
UPDATED: Tuesday, July 19, 2005 01:09
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Quote:
Originally posted by Elwoodmom:
Mayhap it IS Neroli's finger, and she's recovering in a hospital somewhere. I bet she lost it when she was drilling holes in Gunhand's tour box!
See how neatly I worked this out?
that's because you're a Mommy! They know everything!
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MAL: This is my scrap of nowhere. You go on and find your own.
SAFFRON: You can't just leave me here, on this
lifeless piece of crap moon...
MAL: Sure I can.
SAFFRON: I'll die.
MAL: Well, as a courtesy, you might start
getting busy on that, cause all this chatter ain't doin' me any kindness.
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Yup! That's only because of the eyes in the back of our heads! My son actually believed that for awhile! Bad Mommy! He also believed that I could see through walls! *snicker*
Here's the skinny:
Neroli got all up and angry when she lost her...how to say this politely...DIGIT, that she shipped Gunhand somewhere remote, Pluto, maybe. Now she's in a fancy plastic surgeon's office in Beverly Hills, contemplating which celebrities' finger she wants her replacement to look like!
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Originally posted by Elwoodmom:
Yup! That's only because of the eyes in the back of our heads! My son actually believed that for awhile! Bad Mommy! He also believed that I could see through walls! *snicker*
Here's the skinny:
Neroli got all up and angry when she lost her...how to say this politely...DIGIT, that she shipped Gunhand somewhere remote, Pluto, maybe. Now she's in a fancy plastic surgeon's office in Beverly Hills, contemplating which celebrities' finger she wants her replacement to look like!
Makes sense, but is--none the less--slightly creepifying.
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MAL: This is my scrap of nowhere. You go on and find your own.
SAFFRON: You can't just leave me here, on this
lifeless piece of crap moon...
MAL: Sure I can.
SAFFRON: I'll die.
MAL: Well, as a courtesy, you might start
getting busy on that, cause all this chatter ain't doin' me any kindness.
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Quote:
Mal-licious wrote:
TRM that was BEAUTIFUL!! It certainly brought a tear to mine eye...
ETA: I think you should have a refrain for each of the clubhousers!
I was bid by the Mistress to continue my song.
So I’ll just do THAT while you sing along.
Elwoodmom started searching; this all was her plan.
A posse, to find some lost friends if we can.
I set off East, but she pulled us back West.
Because it is true: Mom always knows best.
Mal-licious the Mistress of All She Surveys
Will give us some curses or give us some praise.
Succeed? We’re rewarded, and walking so tall,
Fail? Mal-Mageddon comes down on us all!
Now, what of our Captain, the brave Ebonezer?
(She’s in high school, you know, she’s not some old geezer.)
Slinky dress and she’s happy; she’s flying so high
‘Cause she’s going to prom with that Ice Cream Guy!
Rat, you’re a problem! Oh, what shall we do?
You’re messing with stuff, not having a clue!
Explosions, or lightning, or planets fall dead
While “They Might Be Giants” play on in your head.
The Real Me, Sheriff of Serenity County
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Originally posted by TheRealMe:Quote:
Mal-licious wrote:
TRM that was BEAUTIFUL!! It certainly brought a tear to mine eye...
ETA: I think you should have a refrain for each of the clubhousers!
I was bid by the Mistress to continue my song.
So I’ll just do THAT while you sing along.
Elwoodmom started searching; this all was her plan.
A posse, to find some lost friends if we can.
I set off East, but she pulled us back West.
Because it is true: Mom always knows best.
Mal-licious the Mistress of All She Surveys
Will give us some curses or give us some praise.
Succeed? We’re rewarded, and walking so tall,
Fail? Mal-Mageddon comes down on us all!
Now, what of our Captain, the brave Ebonezer?
(She’s in high school, you know, she’s not some old geezer.)
Slinky dress and she’s happy; she’s flying so high
‘Cause she’s going to prom with that Ice Cream Guy!
Rat, you’re a problem! Oh, what shall we do?
You’re messing with stuff, not having a clue!
Explosions, or lightning, or planets fall dead
While “They Might Be Giants” play on in your head.
The Real Me, Sheriff of Serenity County
that is awesome.
and even if it was terrible, i'd love it, simply because you mentioned "They Might Be Giants"
Bravo!
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MAL: This is my scrap of nowhere. You go on and find your own.
SAFFRON: You can't just leave me here, on this
lifeless piece of crap moon...
MAL: Sure I can.
SAFFRON: I'll die.
MAL: Well, as a courtesy, you might start
getting busy on that, cause all this chatter ain't doin' me any kindness.
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Originally posted by howdyrockerbaby1:
that is awesome.
and even if it was terrible, i'd love it, simply because you mentioned "They Might Be Giants"
Bravo!
Thanks for your kind words, Howdy...
But THINK about it.
What if they're NOT giants? Why, you just don't know! I keep telling Rat: They are SO indecisive!
The Real Me, Sheriff of Serenity County
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Originally posted by TheRealMe:Quote:
Originally posted by howdyrockerbaby1:
that is awesome.
and even if it was terrible, i'd love it, simply because you mentioned "They Might Be Giants"
Bravo!
Thanks for your kind words, Howdy...
But THINK about it.
What if they're NOT giants? Why, you just don't know! I keep telling Rat: They are SO indecisive!
The Real Me, Sheriff of Serenity County
They are pretty vague aren't they? :
They might be giants (boy)
They might be giants
They might be rain
They might be heat
They might be frying up a stalk of wheat
They might be giants (boy)
They might be giants
They might be brain
They might be washed
They might be Dr. Spock's back-up band
Oh why oh why can't they be as specific as in Dr. Worm!? :
My name is Dr. Worm.
Good morning. How are you? I'm Dr. Worm.
I'm interested in things.
I'm not a real doctor,
But I am a real worm;
I am an actual worm.
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MAL: This is my scrap of nowhere. You go on and find your own.
SAFFRON: You can't just leave me here, on this
lifeless piece of crap moon...
MAL: Sure I can.
SAFFRON: I'll die.
MAL: Well, as a courtesy, you might start
getting busy on that, cause all this chatter ain't doin' me any kindness.
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Wonderful song, TheRealMe!
Let's see only *twg hlds up hand to count fingers...* about 50 more verses to go. 
www.thatweirdgirl.com
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Can we not revel in our cyber-love?
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Originally posted by TheRealMe:Quote:
Mal-licious wrote:
TRM that was BEAUTIFUL!! It certainly brought a tear to mine eye...
ETA: I think you should have a refrain for each of the clubhousers!
I was bid by the Mistress to continue my song.
So I’ll just do THAT while you sing along.
Elwoodmom started searching; this all was her plan.
A posse, to find some lost friends if we can.
I set off East, but she pulled us back West.
Because it is true: Mom always knows best.
Mal-licious the Mistress of All She Surveys
Will give us some curses or give us some praise.
Succeed? We’re rewarded, and walking so tall,
Fail? Mal-Mageddon comes down on us all!
Now, what of our Captain, the brave Ebonezer?
(She’s in high school, you know, she’s not some old geezer.)
Slinky dress and she’s happy; she’s flying so high
‘Cause she’s going to prom with that Ice Cream Guy!
Rat, you’re a problem! Oh, what shall we do?
You’re messing with stuff, not having a clue!
Explosions, or lightning, or planets fall dead
While “They Might Be Giants” play on in your head.
The Real Me, Sheriff of Serenity County
That was awesome! How long did it take you to think this up? You are now our official singer/composer and guitar/harmonica player!
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Okay, everyone. Now that we're back at camp, everyone give a full report. See anything suspicious, like an open box? I myself found a long hair out in the desert...it could be Neroli's, or it could be from Gunhand, wearing a retro-60's hairstyle...
I'm thinkin of having some DNA tests done up in Deadwood. Whatcha all think?
Who's baking the beans tonight? TRM, start warming up that guitar! Where's the moonshine? Who's in charge of the gorram moonshine!
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