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At some point, while playing Lineage, someone on TV called Colin Powell COLONEL Powell. Now imagine if colonels were important like that in the government. (I don't know if they really are.) I said to Lindsay I would rather have Roy instead of the other guy, not least because there would be a terrific sex scandal, and it would actually be a RIOT to keep up with. At the trial, you'd get things like:
"I always thought he was just...joking around when he said he wanted to see us all in miniskirts..."
"He...he flipped my skirt! The men started calling it Mustang's...UNDERWEAR CHECKS..."
"I WASN'T EVEN WEARING MY NICE PAIR! *sobs*"
And finally:
Roy: *deadpan* I did not have sexual relations with that Alchemist.
AAGGGH. *leans back and cackles for a bit* GYUF. Mwar. Uh, yeah, sexual harrassment is bad mmkay. And I'm not trying to pick on women who have to go through that kind of thing. But, uh. Jesus. I can just see him, there's all these microphones in front of him, cameras flashing, and in a slightly stiff Roy-pose...oh, GOD. HYAH. I would EAT THAT NEWS STORY UP.
Every week when I go to my shrink's, I have to ride around in the car half an hour each way, and the way back is almost always in the dark, so I can't draw. I get bored. My mind wanders. I start listening to the stuff on the radio that mom is listening to, and I start associating things with the songs I hear. Last week it was that Sgt. Peppers business. This week it's "Truly, Madly, Deeply" and PRECURE. I SHIT YOU NOT. VELVET SKY AND STARS IS WHITE ON BLACK HIGHER POWER IT'S PRECURE AND YOU BETTER BELIEVE IT.
Also, this makes two weeks in a row I've heard a song with raunchy lyrics and thought of Roy. The chorus line of the one last time was "Everybody in the club got [?]" tits? tips? I don't know. It doesn't matter anymore. The important part is that now I think Hughes and Roy have tried surrounding themselves with boobies in a strip club or something at some point. Today it was "I'm a gigolo." HAHA ROY YOU ARE A PIMP AND A GIGOLO.
Oh, but you all knew I was a geek when you started reading. =_=
"I always thought he was just...joking around when he said he wanted to see us all in miniskirts..."
"He...he flipped my skirt! The men started calling it Mustang's...UNDERWEAR CHECKS..."
"I WASN'T EVEN WEARING MY NICE PAIR! *sobs*"
And finally:
Roy: *deadpan* I did not have sexual relations with that Alchemist.
AAGGGH. *leans back and cackles for a bit* GYUF. Mwar. Uh, yeah, sexual harrassment is bad mmkay. And I'm not trying to pick on women who have to go through that kind of thing. But, uh. Jesus. I can just see him, there's all these microphones in front of him, cameras flashing, and in a slightly stiff Roy-pose...oh, GOD. HYAH. I would EAT THAT NEWS STORY UP.
Every week when I go to my shrink's, I have to ride around in the car half an hour each way, and the way back is almost always in the dark, so I can't draw. I get bored. My mind wanders. I start listening to the stuff on the radio that mom is listening to, and I start associating things with the songs I hear. Last week it was that Sgt. Peppers business. This week it's "Truly, Madly, Deeply" and PRECURE. I SHIT YOU NOT. VELVET SKY AND STARS IS WHITE ON BLACK HIGHER POWER IT'S PRECURE AND YOU BETTER BELIEVE IT.
Also, this makes two weeks in a row I've heard a song with raunchy lyrics and thought of Roy. The chorus line of the one last time was "Everybody in the club got [?]" tits? tips? I don't know. It doesn't matter anymore. The important part is that now I think Hughes and Roy have tried surrounding themselves with boobies in a strip club or something at some point. Today it was "I'm a gigolo." HAHA ROY YOU ARE A PIMP AND A GIGOLO.
Oh, but you all knew I was a geek when you started reading. =_=
