So far.
Thirty-sixth
“Who is it?” asked Jeffrey.
“It doesn’t say,” Linda replied, checking the caller ID. “Do you want me to answer?”
“Dad, you promised we could go to the zoo as soon as you were done with the car,” Tyler said.
“Oh, let it go,” Jeffrey said. “It’s probably a telemarketer.”
Saturday, November 22, 2008
Untitled - Part 36
Posted by Snag at 11:00 AM
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Touche. Touche, Snag, touche. Very much in line with technology and believable. Does not rely on circumstance. She's holding the phone in her hand and I'm yelling at the computer: answer it! answer it! Yet I know that she won't. I'm still hooked. Of course I will comment that your problem now is that some percentage of the audience will be disappointed if there isn't a horrible, barely unavoidable crime.
It's a singing telegram, I tell you!
Of course I will comment that your problem now is that some percentage of the audience will be disappointed if there isn't a horrible, barely unavoidable crime.
I smell identity theft!
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We're all yelling, "ANSWER IT!!@!!1!"
For that matter, some percentage of the audience will be disappointed if there isn't a moose.
yes, 100 percent is some percentage.
At least there's already been bourbon, even if it was only a mention.
I always pee before a heinous crime.
I am pretty sure this is the point where someone dresses up as a person of the opposite sex, a series of miscommunications and mistaken identities, coupled with a love interest, a fairy princess, and an entertainingly foppish old knight, results in a delightful romantic comedy.
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