Posted: 06 Apr 2004, 20:14
WOO, party with WEIRD AL! I wanna party!!!!!! But......oh yeah. I forgot.
*suddenly remembers she's still stuck in 1964..........*
*holds up the lock of Ringo hair*
Eh, I got what I came here for. I'll leave you boys alone.......for now that is.... /wink.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid=";)" border="0" alt="wink.gif" />
*The fab four don't seem to care....they've completely started ignoring Ms. DNA and Puff and are all crowded around a small handheld radio shaped like a miniature Coca Cola vending machine. The radio is playing one of their songs*
Well, FINE! If you'd rather listen to YOURSELVES sing than say goodbye.....!
*They all light cigarettes and continue ignoring Ms. DNA*
GRRRRRRRRRRR.........! OK, fine! I'll just grab me some SOUVINIRS!
*rummages through their suitcases and steals each of their toothbrushes*
HEH! I have your toothbrushes, and now your teeth shall rot and you'll have to go to the DENTIST!
*At the mentioning of the word DENTIST, George passes out and John begins running around the room screaming like a madman*
Oops......I uh *forgot* you two were scared of the dentist.... /tongue.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid=":P" border="0" alt="tongue.gif" /> /dry.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid="<_<" border="0" alt="dry.gif" />
Paul: Shhh, I can't hear the radio.
John: GIMME BACK MY TOOTHBRUSH!!!!!!!
Ringo: Gimme back my hair!
George: *mutters something about spaghetti in his unconsciousness*
*makes a mad dash for the bathroom vent, with John and Ringo hot on her heels*
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH HELP ME PUFF!!!! /laugh.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid=":lol:" border="0" alt="laugh.gif" />
*suddenly remembers she's still stuck in 1964..........*
*holds up the lock of Ringo hair*
Eh, I got what I came here for. I'll leave you boys alone.......for now that is.... /wink.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid=";)" border="0" alt="wink.gif" />
*The fab four don't seem to care....they've completely started ignoring Ms. DNA and Puff and are all crowded around a small handheld radio shaped like a miniature Coca Cola vending machine. The radio is playing one of their songs*
Well, FINE! If you'd rather listen to YOURSELVES sing than say goodbye.....!
*They all light cigarettes and continue ignoring Ms. DNA*
GRRRRRRRRRRR.........! OK, fine! I'll just grab me some SOUVINIRS!
*rummages through their suitcases and steals each of their toothbrushes*
HEH! I have your toothbrushes, and now your teeth shall rot and you'll have to go to the DENTIST!
*At the mentioning of the word DENTIST, George passes out and John begins running around the room screaming like a madman*
Oops......I uh *forgot* you two were scared of the dentist.... /tongue.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid=":P" border="0" alt="tongue.gif" /> /dry.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid="<_<" border="0" alt="dry.gif" />
Paul: Shhh, I can't hear the radio.
John: GIMME BACK MY TOOTHBRUSH!!!!!!!
Ringo: Gimme back my hair!
George: *mutters something about spaghetti in his unconsciousness*
*makes a mad dash for the bathroom vent, with John and Ringo hot on her heels*
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH HELP ME PUFF!!!! /laugh.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid=":lol:" border="0" alt="laugh.gif" />