Monday, June 11, 2007
Tales from PSSWR, pt. 4
Wingal slowly woke up, smiling. The night before at the winery she had met a wonderful hunk of a man who vaguely resembled Gerard Butler. As she rolled over she realized that the wine had worn off and tried to prepare herself for someone less than Butler-esque. She was not, however, prepared for. . .
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I would never mistake Bruce Vilanch for Gerard Butler. Chewbacca, maybe; but not Gerard Butler.
Give me some credit, m'eh... I've never been THAT drunk...
AND, as you well know, Bruce Vilanch is GAY. When you said you wanted me to bring two Queens, I really didn't think you were counting ME as one of them!
Especially since I am a GIRL who likes BOYS!
I would think it a complement that you turned such a gay man straight!
Besides, Bruce had $3 and 4 rolls of Rolos.....double your dowry
But what am I going to do with 4 rolls of Rolos? That's just too many... I'm cheap for a reason.
Uh hello, you could always SHARE your Rollos!
Um... I'm really not sure what to think of that, interpretationally speaking... wouldn't that mean that I was essentially whored-out so you could have Rollos? I'm uncomfortable with that.
And what the HELL, man! You want to whore me out for Rollos and Jenny wants to whore me out for shoes! What is WITH you people?!
I've also realized that the verb "to whore-out" is a separable verb.
At least, it is when it can be when taking a direct object.
I whore-out OR I whore Jenny out.
Hmmm....
Or you could outwhore....oh, wait.....
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