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*Snookie and Carl are sitting in the living room staring at the tv, getting more irritable by the minute. Carl's chair, soaked in drool hours ago during a Top Chef marathon, has now dried crusty. Snookie is still annoyed Carl ate the remote after a fight over channel-changing during said marathon.*
BMC: What's TAKING so long? They've been in there for... *smacks his belly; the talking clock he ate days ago chimes "the time is now two-fifty-three" in a muffled voice* ...almost eight hours!
Snookie: You really have no idea what she meant, do you. Figures.
BMC: Whaddaya mean?
Snookie: She said she was going to be busy giving the reporter his birthday present.
BMC: How stupid IS he? Don't tell me he's still tryin' ta see how to unwrap it!
Snookie: You're a dustmop. Shut up. *Carl glares; Snookie amends* Uh...heh heh...I mean...well, the girl's been busy. She wasn't home for his birthday. Stuff to make up for. You know.
BMC: You don't think he'll mind me eating the new jacket? It needed salt anyway.
Snookie *sigh* Didn't your mother tell you not to eat other people's gifts? Schmuck. Look...she loves the guy. Frog knows why. She wrote all those stories for him.
BMC *scratching horns* Never tried a story. Do they taste good?
Snookie *struggling with his patience* THEY WON'T BE OUT FOR A WHILE. It's a LOVE thing. Now will you shut the robbin' frog up already??
BMC *crossing arms, affronted* Sheesh. Whadda mouth on that guy.
Snookie: Yeah, but he was born that way...
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Thanks Ed!
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*Snookie and Carl are sitting in the living room staring at the tv, getting more irritable by the minute. Carl's chair, soaked in drool hours ago during a Top Chef marathon, has now dried crusty. Snookie is still annoyed Carl ate the remote after a fight over channel-changing during said marathon.*
BMC: What's TAKING so long? They've been in there for... *smacks his belly; the talking clock he ate days ago chimes "the time is now two-fifty-three" in a muffled voice* ...almost eight hours!
Snookie: You really have no idea what she meant, do you. Figures.
BMC: Whaddaya mean?
Snookie: She said she was going to be busy giving the reporter his birthday present.
BMC: How stupid IS he? Don't tell me he's still tryin' ta see how to unwrap it!
Snookie: You're a dustmop. Shut up. *Carl glares; Snookie amends* Uh...heh heh...I mean...well, the girl's been busy. She wasn't home for his birthday. Stuff to make up for. You know.
BMC: You don't think he'll mind me eating the new jacket? It needed salt anyway.
Snookie *sigh* Didn't your mother tell you not to eat other people's gifts? Schmuck. Look...she loves the guy. Frog knows why. She wrote all those stories for him.
BMC *scratching horns* Never tried a story. Do they taste good?
Snookie *struggling with his patience* THEY WON'T BE OUT FOR A WHILE. It's a LOVE thing. Now will you shut the robbin' frog up already??
BMC *crossing arms, affronted* Sheesh. Whadda mouth on that guy.
Snookie: Yeah, but he was born that way...
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Thanks Ed!
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