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Post by Satan on Nov 19, 2006 18:49:21 GMT -5
Before entering the room, she leaves a message on her son's answering machine:
That was a very loud beep I don't even know if this is working Drac? Drac, are you there? Are you screening you calls? It's Mom. Just called to say we love you Damien and the kids send their love Hope you like the hotplate! Just don't leave it on, dear, When you leave the house. Oh, and Drac, We're sorry to hear That Mina dumped you I say c'est la vie So let her be a moralist There are other fishes in the sea! Love, Mom!
((Apologies to Rent))
*Enters counseling to talk about her family issues*
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Post by Rosette Daae-de Chagny on Nov 23, 2006 9:45:07 GMT -5
((BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA *cough*))
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Post by Irene on Nov 23, 2006 9:49:22 GMT -5
((I couldn't resist. ;D))
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Post by Indiana on Nov 23, 2006 10:56:15 GMT -5
((You = Win))
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Post by Satan on Nov 26, 2006 9:55:16 GMT -5
*Satan sits down*
Well, my main problem is my son. He never writes, calls or visits. And now I find he's living on a commune!
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Post by Indiana on Nov 26, 2006 14:50:05 GMT -5
((Satan is a Jewish grandmother? Lord help us all.))
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Post by James Bond on Nov 26, 2006 15:41:14 GMT -5
((What can I say. My own Jewishness crept in.))
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Post by Indiana on Nov 26, 2006 15:44:16 GMT -5
((The Spaceballs quote. Hehe. Heheee. You have no idea how much this amuses me.))
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Post by James Bond on Nov 26, 2006 15:47:33 GMT -5
((I love that line. It sums up the philosophy of every evil genius ever.))
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