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correctiveshoes621HEAR YE, HEAR YE.
MY SON WAS ACCEPTED INTO HARRISBURG AREA COMMUNITY COLLEGE, TODAY.
TODAY IS THE FIRST DAY OF THE REST OF OUR LIVES. ♥
*~*~*
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gayalithiel, that's enough. ENOUGH.
I dreamed that I was on the phone with you and a herd of your mens walked by. Don't ask me why they were all together, but it was Aaron, Brandon Chillar and Jared Allen.
It seemed to be NYC, and I got off the phone super-quick (literally dropping it), and ran up, 'OMG OMG OMG, my friend loves all three of you, OMG - Can you autograph something for her?'
The two long-haired ones wore jerseys and shorts; Aaron had on a jersey and jeans, fwiw. They all had suitcases. Brandon Chillar's was on wheels.
I then started digging thru my bag for anything, even a gum wrapper, and glanced around even on the sidewalk FOR ANYTHING, a piece of trash - and went to pick up someone's old ice cream cone wrapper. Aaron told me to 'relax' as he had stuff all ready for situations like this. He opens the trunk of the car and there were these cardboard boxes - big cases - of these gold plaques. For the fans. All you had to do was fill in the blanks, and add names. So, we got one for each of them, and they filled them in and signed them, and Brandon Chillar asked if I wanted pics with them, so I said, 'Sure' - and for some reason, I kept calling him, 'Brandon Chillar'. His full name. Dunno. I just hope to God I was calling the right guy the right name...
Jared Allen said that this restaurant across the street had the best nachos and asked if I wanted to join them, and, of course, I said, 'Sure!' (as they were paying) - but he was being sort of an annoying ass.
For one thing, in one of the pics, he put 'rabbit ears' over my head as Aaron snapped the photo. Nice. Hilarious.
THEN, in the restaurant - which looked like a humble diner from the outside, and a hoity-toity restaurant on the inside - as I was talking, he kept trying to pull my shirt up.
WTF.
He was getting on my nerves - for some Godawful reason, I was sitting ON HIS LAP - and as I was laughing at something Brandon Chillar said, he succeeded, and my tits popped out. Well, hyuk-hyuk-hyuk, ya crazy hillbilly; at least I wear a bra.
I scrambled off his lap and slapped his face, and it was liEk, "the slap heard 'round the world." Everything got all quiet. We looked at each other, and I all but dared him. I'd do it again, if necessary. It didn't seem to bother him, as he still had this huge damned grin on his face.
Instead, I then picked up Aaron's soda from the table and threw it on him and HIS SHORTS DISSOLVED. LiEk, they looked like they were made from some sort of bronze/copper/curly 'brillo pad' material and the soda just melted them away.
Aaron said, "Well, you reap what you sow, Jared.", and Brandon ignored the whole thing, eating away at this mountain of nachos.
The end.
YA HAPPY, NOW?!?
Not a Warren in sight; though I'm not sure what he'd have done in my behalf, except call his lawyer or something.
MY SON WAS ACCEPTED INTO HARRISBURG AREA COMMUNITY COLLEGE, TODAY.
TODAY IS THE FIRST DAY OF THE REST OF OUR LIVES. ♥
*~*~*
Alright,
gayalithiel, that's enough. ENOUGH. I dreamed that I was on the phone with you and a herd of your mens walked by. Don't ask me why they were all together, but it was Aaron, Brandon Chillar and Jared Allen.
It seemed to be NYC, and I got off the phone super-quick (literally dropping it), and ran up, 'OMG OMG OMG, my friend loves all three of you, OMG - Can you autograph something for her?'
The two long-haired ones wore jerseys and shorts; Aaron had on a jersey and jeans, fwiw. They all had suitcases. Brandon Chillar's was on wheels.
I then started digging thru my bag for anything, even a gum wrapper, and glanced around even on the sidewalk FOR ANYTHING, a piece of trash - and went to pick up someone's old ice cream cone wrapper. Aaron told me to 'relax' as he had stuff all ready for situations like this. He opens the trunk of the car and there were these cardboard boxes - big cases - of these gold plaques. For the fans. All you had to do was fill in the blanks, and add names. So, we got one for each of them, and they filled them in and signed them, and Brandon Chillar asked if I wanted pics with them, so I said, 'Sure' - and for some reason, I kept calling him, 'Brandon Chillar'. His full name. Dunno. I just hope to God I was calling the right guy the right name...
Jared Allen said that this restaurant across the street had the best nachos and asked if I wanted to join them, and, of course, I said, 'Sure!' (as they were paying) - but he was being sort of an annoying ass.
For one thing, in one of the pics, he put 'rabbit ears' over my head as Aaron snapped the photo. Nice. Hilarious.
THEN, in the restaurant - which looked like a humble diner from the outside, and a hoity-toity restaurant on the inside - as I was talking, he kept trying to pull my shirt up.
WTF.
He was getting on my nerves - for some Godawful reason, I was sitting ON HIS LAP - and as I was laughing at something Brandon Chillar said, he succeeded, and my tits popped out. Well, hyuk-hyuk-hyuk, ya crazy hillbilly; at least I wear a bra.
I scrambled off his lap and slapped his face, and it was liEk, "the slap heard 'round the world." Everything got all quiet. We looked at each other, and I all but dared him. I'd do it again, if necessary. It didn't seem to bother him, as he still had this huge damned grin on his face.
Instead, I then picked up Aaron's soda from the table and threw it on him and HIS SHORTS DISSOLVED. LiEk, they looked like they were made from some sort of bronze/copper/curly 'brillo pad' material and the soda just melted them away.
Aaron said, "Well, you reap what you sow, Jared.", and Brandon ignored the whole thing, eating away at this mountain of nachos.
The end.
YA HAPPY, NOW?!?
Not a Warren in sight; though I'm not sure what he'd have done in my behalf, except call his lawyer or something.
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Date: 2010-06-18 07:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-18 07:27 pm (UTC)YAY DJ! I will be around in a jiffy to take him out for celebratory ice cream! TRIPLE SCOOPS FOR ALL!
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Date: 2010-06-18 11:24 pm (UTC)OMG no shit!
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Date: 2010-06-18 08:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-18 11:29 pm (UTC)For one thing, in one of the pics, he put 'rabbit ears' over my head as Aaron snapped the photo.
This, you should have expected. I am a bit cross with him about the shirt incident but again, probably to be expected. What the hell were you doing in his lap????? And disolving shorts??? Why don't I ever have dreams like that!!??
Aaron said, "Well, you reap what you sow, Jared.", and Brandon ignored the whole thing, eating away at this mountain of nachos.
Again, a perfect example of both their personalities- Aaron being Mr. Calm Maturity and Brandon being shy. LOVE IT!
I love love love this. And I am jealous. Thanks for trying to get their autographs for me! *smooch*
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Date: 2010-06-20 03:42 am (UTC)