OK everyone just to let you all know that I still exist and
stuff. Man do I hate RL. A couple of clips of what happens with my clones and I.
*various noises in the background* Jim holding a 3ft tall five year old upside down by the ankle. Blair chasing a slightly smaller (than the five year old) four year old around and Blair is almost out of breath. Blair looks at Jim and whines, "Jim how much longer until the season begins again? Because right now even Lash or Brackett is looking easier than trying to keep these two out of Mel's hair so she can get her story done."
Jim sympathizes, "I know Chief, I'd rather take my chances with the other fans. But they do sleep."
"Sleep! Jim these two sleep less than me at finals time. _I'd_ like to know what they are on. I could make a fortune with it."
"Sandburg, CJ is opening the door again."
"Aww hell," Blair runs for the little escape artist. "CJ get back here."
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See I've got Jim and Blair helping me. At least for now. If the kids don't kill them first. *grin* I promise that I am working on the stories. Talk to you later. Oh also read this snip I did the other night.
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"Turn it off Chief. I can't take it any more this is worse than your tribal drum stuff."
"I would Jim but the off switch doesn't work and the batteries won't come out."
"Blair, you're _killing_ me here. It went on now turn it off. I don't care how just take it out and smash it."
"What Jim you don't think this hard on me too? I'm in pain as well. Just be glad that I was able to turn it down a bit or we both would be in pain."
"Here give me that." Smash "There Chief that is how you deal with that CD. If you let that kid have it again you won't be able to sit down for a week and I don't mean from that so wipe the smile off your face. I should leave you here with them."
"I'm sorry Jim. I'll never give them the soundtrack for "George of the Jungle" again.
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Well I though it was funny.
TTFN
Mel
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