Love In The TIme Of DSM-IV IED
"Loooove American style- truer than the red, white and bluuuuuue! Loooove American style- for me and yoooooooou!"
"Oh, darling! That was the best night of love-making we've had since that weekend in Turkey!"
"Yeah babe, it was hot! Who knew you could learn those kinds of moves at an est course."
"Everything is just so wonderful right now. I... I'd hate for anything to ruin that..."
"Nohing's gonna ruin it, baby. Nothing!"
"Yeah babe, it was hot! Who knew you could learn those kinds of moves at an est course."
"Everything is just so wonderful right now. I... I'd hate for anything to ruin that..."
"Nohing's gonna ruin it, baby. Nothing!"
"Yes, I told you I was on the pill... I just didn't tell you which pill! Those pills are actually a mood-altering drug that I take to help control these homocidally violent emotional outbursts that I've been prone to since adolescence! I've wanted a baby for so long, but I knew that you didn't want to have children, so... so I lied to you and pretended to be on the Pill!"
"A mood-altering drug?"
"Yes. I only hope that you can find it in your heart to forgive me some how!"
"Forgive you? Forgive you!"
"Oh, HA HA HA HA HA! What a crazy mix-up this has all been!"
"I don't understand? What are you talking about, darling?"
"I thought that you were the one who didn't want to have kids! I've always loved the idea of becoming a dad one day, so for the past two weeks I've been switching your pills with Tic Tacs!"
"Wha-!?!"
"So for the past two weeks I've been taking Tic Tacs instead of my medication? I thought that my breath has been extra minty the last few days!"
"Ha ha!"
3 comments:
Pumpkin Jack was behind that, wasn't he?
You know, I loved how their little arms were posed pensively at various points...
rozum: I don't know if PJ had a hand in this or not. The last I heard from him was a couple of days ago when we were at the local Hallmark store together and he suddenly gasped "Too... much... love...!" and then keeled over into what was either some sort of hibernational state or, possibly, a coma. I guess I'll find out come Spring.
sparkle: When an actor's face is nothing more than an immobile chunk of blow-molded plastic than they have no choice but to do all of their emoting through their arms. And their bikini briefs.
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