-burns evidence of disaster-

Did you just burn the air?! Biggles, now we won't be able to br--

Teh mostest interesting disaster since the Hindenburg.

Oh shit, Biggles is turning into a lolcat!

Ceiling Biggles is watching you.

Where did you guys get those breath masks? Wait, where did I get this breath mask?! Why didn't Hammy get one? Oh god, she's not moving. Why are you two being so calm about this??? :gonk:

Ya gotta be zen, my hepcat, zen.

But... but Hammy was one of my best friends! This is a tragedy! A human being has DIED! D:

It's all a mystery, baby. Do we really die, anyway? :cool:

*pokes Hammy with a stick* ...She looks pretty dead to me.

Oh um. Well, we better get her out of here before she stinks up the place.

I fried up some panties for everyone. :D

-hands them out to all-

*shoots Facade, shoots him dead*
...
Well, what's another corpse.

@Biggles- NO, LET'S BRING HER TO LIFE AND HAVE A ZOMBIE PARTY! 8D

But she's already harshing my mellow as it is being all corpse-y. How much more unmellow will I be with her as zombie?!
-chews on bacon flavoured pants-

...I think there are drugs in your airtube, because what kind of person DOESN'T want zombies everywhere?

@ Anna : Me after my train-hijacking dream. Which reminds me Facade:, do you have a car?

Ohhh yeah, I remember that. :gonk:

Yeeeah. Hey! Maybe if we are lucky, Cherry: will tell us about the dream her mom had about the Boosh again!

Aw, again? Can't Cherry Flavored Antacid: tell us a different one of her five stories? I've heard the Boosh one a few more times than the others...

Oh snap... I did it too. I had a Nan moment...

Also this: http://news.uk.msn.com/photos/photos...435483&page=10

Why would I have a car? :roll:

I don't even have my license, let alone a permit. :ninja:
-lazy-

Beecause... In the aforementioned zombie dream, everyone was like "Why are you hijacking this train?" And I was all "Duh, we can't all fit in Facade's car. :roll:" That really happened.

I don't have a license either.

Hey, if you kids behave yourself, I just may tell you an all-new, never before heard story.

Oh REALLY?!
(wanted an excited icon... Check it. I re-did Eleanor. She looks better, but I'm not sure her bounce is as cute.)

Yeah, yeah. How about this.

Around my 8th or 9th birthday, Harry Potter was getting really big, and me and two of my best friends were really into the books. Like, when the fourth book came out, I distinctly remember the two of us just sitting on this bench swing we had just reading our separate copies. Occasionally being like "ha, did you get to the part with the [thing]?" "No, not yet..." "Okay. It's funny." We were so socially able.
So I decided I wanted a Harry Potter themed birthday. We went to the craft store and got this really nice stationary that looked like old parchment, and my mom must have spent an hour typing up the invitations, getting the alignment, font, and text size just right. We set up all kinds of Harry Potter-themed activities like wand making, and we had my aunt (who makes really good cakes) make me a wizard hat cake that was so pretty. So we rolled up these scroll-like invitations and I handed them out to a ton of kids I went to church with. But this was back in the day when every Christian thought Harry Potter was a satanic how-to book full of pea soup spewin', Jesus hatin', flag burnin' liberals. So some kids just outright balked at the invitation because, gee willikers, a satanist was among them? I also got a lot of answers like "I'd really like to come, but I'll have to ask my parents, I don't think my dad would like it." Also, I lived in a trailer park at the time, so rather than realizing that we just didn't have a lot of money, they probably expected that I lived in one of those trailers from the 70s that can hook onto a truck, and that we didn't have grass, beer cans littered the place, and women were screaming at their baby daddies at all hours.
So after handing out around 20 invitations, one girl from my church shows up. I knew her, but I didn't even know her that well. I think she was a little uncomfortable since she barely knew me and didn't know anyone else there, but I think she had fun. Strange thing is, though, after the party I literally never saw her again. She didn't go back to that church ever again that I saw.
So I've always kind of wondered if she got home and was like "It was so cool! We made wands and [...]" and her parents were like "HEATHENS! WE'RE NEVER GOING BACK TO THAT CHURCH!" or what.