An Epic Picspam Tale of Epicness!
Note: Your epicness may vary. Please consult your owner's manual for a better idea of how much of your own personal amount of epicness to expect... ;)
Yesterday, the following conversation took place. ;)
Mom: (reading a newspaper article out-loud) "...and so the police were watching for a green TARDIS speeding in the left-hand lane and..."
Ais: ???
Mom: *pauses* "I said 'green TARDIS,' didn't I?"
Ais: *starts laughing*
Mom: "It was a Taurus, a green Taurus!"
Ais: *laughing harder*
Mom: "What have you DONE to me?"
Ais: \o/
The Ten/Donna Epic Picspam Tale of Green TARDIS Epicness!™ *giggles*
One day, as Donna was being driven along by her most favorite Alien Santa-Suit-Wearing Evil Robot Driver...
...Bob...
Bob: "Yo."
...some very disturbing news was heard!
Radio announcer: "Warning, a green TARDIS has been spotted speeding in the left-hand lane directly behind the Donna-mobile!"
Donna: "Bob, did you hear that? There's a green TARDIS speeding-- Wait, the 'Donna-mobile,' seriously?"
Bob: "Don't ask me. I just drive where they tell me to go."
Radio announcer: *clears throat* "Green TARDIS right behind you!"
Donna: "Oh...my..."
*bumps into cars*
Muffled noise: "Donnnnnnnnaaaaa..."
Muffled noise: (con't) "Wait for meeeeeeeeeee, Donnnnnnaaaaa!"
Ten: "Donnnnnnnnaaaaaa, don't leeeeeeeeave meeeeeeeeee!"
Donna: "What the--? I'm not leaving you. Bob's driving me to the store, you prawn!"
Ten: "The store? What do you need from the store? Is it...?"
Ten: "Ffffffffffff...
Ten: (con't) "Fudgsicles? Because we've got Fudgsicles!"
Donna: "No, it's fffffffff..."
Donna: (con't) "Fritos!"
Ten: "Donna, come home. We have Fritos!"
Donna: "We DO?"
Donna: "Well, why didn't you say so?"
Donna: "YaaaaaaHOOOOOOOOO!!!"
*thud!*
Donna: "Ooof! I think I may have smashed your Fritos..."
Ten: (high, squeaky voice) "'S okay. Really, as long as we're together, my Fritos will be fine!" ♥!
And so our intrepid time-traveling duo sailed away towards another epic snackin' adventure!
Donna: "Goodbye, Bob! Thanks for the lift!"
Ten: "Later, Bob!"
Bob: "Sure, don't ask if I want some Fritos. Nobody CARES if the Alien Santa-Suit-Wearing Evil Robot Driver would like some Fritos! Sheesh!"
;) But wait, we can't leave without a poll to discuss the REAL burning issue of this tale...
Poll
*giggles and hugs you all* ♥!
Yesterday, the following conversation took place. ;)
Mom: (reading a newspaper article out-loud) "...and so the police were watching for a green TARDIS speeding in the left-hand lane and..."
Ais: ???
Mom: *pauses* "I said 'green TARDIS,' didn't I?"
Ais: *starts laughing*
Mom: "It was a Taurus, a green Taurus!"
Ais: *laughing harder*
Mom: "What have you DONE to me?"
Ais: \o/
The Ten/Donna Epic Picspam Tale of Green TARDIS Epicness!™ *giggles*
One day, as Donna was being driven along by her most favorite Alien Santa-Suit-Wearing Evil Robot Driver...
...Bob...
Bob: "Yo."
...some very disturbing news was heard!
Radio announcer: "Warning, a green TARDIS has been spotted speeding in the left-hand lane directly behind the Donna-mobile!"
Donna: "Bob, did you hear that? There's a green TARDIS speeding-- Wait, the 'Donna-mobile,' seriously?"
Bob: "Don't ask me. I just drive where they tell me to go."
Radio announcer: *clears throat* "Green TARDIS right behind you!"
Donna: "Oh...my..."
*bumps into cars*
Muffled noise: "Donnnnnnnnaaaaa..."
Muffled noise: (con't) "Wait for meeeeeeeeeee, Donnnnnnaaaaa!"
Ten: "Donnnnnnnnaaaaaa, don't leeeeeeeeave meeeeeeeeee!"
Donna: "What the--? I'm not leaving you. Bob's driving me to the store, you prawn!"
Ten: "The store? What do you need from the store? Is it...?"
Ten: "Ffffffffffff...
Ten: (con't) "Fudgsicles? Because we've got Fudgsicles!"
Donna: "No, it's fffffffff..."
Donna: (con't) "Fritos!"
Ten: "Donna, come home. We have Fritos!"
Donna: "We DO?"
Donna: "Well, why didn't you say so?"
Donna: "YaaaaaaHOOOOOOOOO!!!"
*thud!*
Donna: "Ooof! I think I may have smashed your Fritos..."
Ten: (high, squeaky voice) "'S okay. Really, as long as we're together, my Fritos will be fine!" ♥!
And so our intrepid time-traveling duo sailed away towards another epic snackin' adventure!
Donna: "Goodbye, Bob! Thanks for the lift!"
Ten: "Later, Bob!"
Bob: "Sure, don't ask if I want some Fritos. Nobody CARES if the Alien Santa-Suit-Wearing Evil Robot Driver would like some Fritos! Sheesh!"
;) But wait, we can't leave without a poll to discuss the REAL burning issue of this tale...
Poll
*giggles and hugs you all* ♥!