First Thing's First...

Aug 01, 2003 19:06

So I go to my closet to get a Twinkie, right? And out slides a pack of...eh...manly protection devices. Y'know...those. Part of me has this fear that Hostess is spying on me--I mean, they could have cameras hidden in these things, can't they? Or maybe it's the workings of a higher power, maybe Twinkie the Kid is up there looking out for me. Warren said it was a prank and Twinkie the Kid is as real as Santa. I knew it! Santa is real! And Mags better watch himself next time we throw down a fight...I'll bet he isn't expecting any X-Men to have the protection of the Twinkie god.

Oh...ah...and I guess it's fair enough now to say this much: I love you, Rogue. Don't ever let any of my stupid tricks make you think otherwise. It sorta hit me full on when I was off visiting the family--

I'm sorry I made you wait. I'm sorry I didn't say anything.

And I swear, Wings, if you don't stop cracking up everytime I walk by I'm going to freeze your jaw shut!

Uhm....what I mean to say is...Rogue, would you like to maybe swing by and possibly go out with me? Scott said I could borrow his ride--I mean, only if you want to. We could go ice skating or...or...to a movie and make stupid cracks about the new Terminator film... I don't know much about what gals enjoy, but you could always show me the ropes. Anything you want, I'm willing. Whenever you want, I'm ready.
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