OK, Saturday. Rain on my parade a little more, why don’t’cha? ^_^
CHRIS. CHRIS AND HIS EYES, DAMMIT. Though, Chris, dearheart, I could have done without that little story there, thank you. :D *prissy English*
But it’s OK! Because then we get pretty!Nick talking about penis cakes! And that’s awesome. This BAAAAND! How so much rockstar!fail? How?!
AND THEN THEY GO OFF AND TYSON DOES A FREAKING NATURE PROGRAMME ABOUT THEIR CREW. I. DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH MYSELF. I THINK I HAVE TO GO LIE DOWN NOW.
Because salesman!Tyson was bad enough, but now you’re giving me nature-show-presenter!Tyson!? WTF, DUDE!? You’re trying to kill me. I got it. *sigh* The things I suffer for this band. *g*
Also, mate-luring-Shabba!cap. AHAHAHA, TYSON, YOU ENORMOUS GOOF. :D
DARLING, DARLING BAND. *draws hearts round all of them* THERE ARE STARS ON THE CEILING. BRB, HEART TWINGING WITH LOVE. :D
(testament to this band, when they didn’t even draw the stars there!)
Their dead bus! And I honestly couldn’t love this lot more as a fan. ^_^ They pine about their dead bus! They go onto the crew’s bus! They are woken up in the morning by unconvincing Texan accents by way of Nick’s Oklahoman one! Nick’s waist! They don’t know where they are in the morning! They are totally dependent on Shabba!
Hearts forever.
Also, YES to the sharing rooms. No pillow fights, but there is definitely a degree of braiding each other’s hair and sharing secrets after dark. Even though it’s probably more like, “*drunk slurring* that show was awesome!” “yeah!” *pass out*
...this is why I prefer the sanitised version of these people who live in my head. ^_^
(I think the reason for the insanely precious navigating is FIRST, THEY’RE NAVIGATING THEMSELVES TO GO CHRISTMAS SHOPPING FOR FAMILY AND FRIENDS AND THAT IS STRANGELY, STRANGELY ADORABLE, and secondly, the knowledge that at some point, they’re going to obey the Law of Navigating Yourself In Strange Cities and get horrifically lost. Lulz! :D)
AHAHAHAHA, PART OF ME CRINGES AWAY FROM TYSON LOOKING AT HOME APPLIANCES! Part of me is wondering whether he’s housetrained yet, but that’s the horrible sarcastic part of me which grew up with The Brother. Because, Ty, love, no one wants a kettle for Christmas however much they need one. Kettles and irons and coffee-grinders and stuff are things which go on wedding lists and then house-warming lists, and that’s it. After that, you get ‘em yourself, because there’s nothing more depressing than having to get enthusiastic about a KETTLE at CHRISTMAS.
/rant.
I speak from experience. I’ve had a household appliance from my gran every year since I turned twelve, in preparation for “when you marry a nice young boy.” SIGH. o.O
YES, I go into my local, tiny music store, and look for AAR! To reassure myself that even in JERSEY, people have heard of them. ^_^
Also, how brave is that girl!? Were there friends of hers lurking around, or was she actually brave like you and went up to them by herself? Evidently, I fail at life because I would LURK HORRIBLY if I randomly saw them in the street when I was on my own!
“Tyson: *smiles serenely with his nicely crossed legs and manages to look prim and proper and incredibly gay as everything unfolds*” - THIS LINE FOR THE WIN FOREVER. TYYYYYSON! SMILING SERENELY AS YOUR BAND LAUGHS AROUND YOU!
Also, dearhearts all, remember that whole “toning down the gay” thing you talked about? Yeah, not going so well actually. :D
(I completely misread “solo signing” as “solo singing” and was like WHAT!? CHRIS SINGS!? *grabby hands* But aaaaww!! Look at him! And his little face! *hearts* Chris is in his happy place for signings - all is well.)
ARGH, I WANTED TO WRITE YOU THE LONG COMMENT I PROMISED YOU AND THEN HAD TO GO OUT. OH, SOCIAL LIFE, WHY DO I SUDDENLY HAVE ONE!? *grin* Probably more later? *glomps* SO MUCH LOVE, FOR THIS, DUDE. SO MUCH LOVE. :D
Also, though, the instrument smashing?! WTF!? No. But it's OK, because you KNOW Nick bitched him out about it afterwards. :D
Lolol, ikr! I was like, "really, Chris? Really?" XD
Nature-show-presenter!Tyson, I feel, would also be made of a lot of fail. He'd see something, and be like, "OMG! *excited!*" and then bound off to examine further, leaving the cameraman behind and completely satisfying his own curiosity. Then the camera dude would arrive just in time to catch Tyson setting free the little lizard or whatever and going, "there you go little one!"...only to turn around and realize he has completely neglected to do any, well, presenting. XD
mate-luring-Shabba!cap LOLOL, IKR. HOW SO CUTE TYSON?
I LOVE THE STARS TOO. THEY'RE ADORABLE AND ABSOLUTELY SUITED TO THESE SWEETHEARTS.
The dead bus section!! IT OWNS MY SOUUUUUUL.
Even though it’s probably more like, “*drunk slurring* that show was awesome!” “yeah!” *pass out* LOLOL.
(OMG OMG OMG. YESSSS. INEVITABLY, SOMETIME, SOMEWHERE, THEY ARE SURE TO GET LOST. TYSON WILL SIGH DRAMATICALLY AND DRAPE HIMSELF ALL OVER THE SEAT, CHRIS WILL SIT STONILY IN ONE CORNER, NICK WILL PANIC ABOUT HOW MUCH TIME THEY'RE LOSING, MIKE WILL TRY TO PLACATE EVERYONE.)
Because, Ty, love, no one wants a kettle for Christmas however much they need one. Kettles and irons and coffee-grinders and stuff are things which go on wedding lists and then house-warming lists, and that’s it. After that, you get ‘em yourself, because there’s nothing more depressing than having to get enthusiastic about a KETTLE at CHRISTMAS. I AM LOL'ING SO HARD RIGHT NOW. YOU PRETTY MUCH EXPRESSED MY FOND EXASPERATION MUCH MORE ELOQUENTLY THAN I COULD HAVE.
in preparation for “when you marry a nice young boy.” lmaoooooo. *pats*
Apparently we all look for them in record stores! We're all hopelessly obsessed together! \o/
I KNOW RIGHT. HE'S JUST SITTING THERE. SMILING BEATIFICALLY. OH BABY. <3
The toning down the gay thing is in an exercise in fail. XD Mike's grab at Chris's ass completely negates everything. haha.
(OMGGGG. Chris's precious face!! HONESTLY. I DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW SUCH A FORBODING LOOKING DUDE TURNED OUT MORE ADORABLE THAN A BABY KITTEH.)
HEE. YAY FOR SOCIAL LIVES!
Oh, god, totally. Nick: Ty, man, that's just not cool. Tyson: We're fuckin' rockstars Nicky! WHOOOOOOOOO! Nick: >:(
OK, Saturday. Rain on my parade a little more, why don’t’cha? ^_^
CHRIS. CHRIS AND HIS EYES, DAMMIT. Though, Chris, dearheart, I could have done without that little story there, thank you. :D *prissy English*
But it’s OK! Because then we get pretty!Nick talking about penis cakes! And that’s awesome. This BAAAAND! How so much rockstar!fail? How?!
AND THEN THEY GO OFF AND TYSON DOES A FREAKING NATURE PROGRAMME ABOUT THEIR CREW. I. DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH MYSELF. I THINK I HAVE TO GO LIE DOWN NOW.
Because salesman!Tyson was bad enough, but now you’re giving me nature-show-presenter!Tyson!? WTF, DUDE!? You’re trying to kill me. I got it. *sigh* The things I suffer for this band. *g*
Also, mate-luring-Shabba!cap. AHAHAHA, TYSON, YOU ENORMOUS GOOF. :D
DARLING, DARLING BAND. *draws hearts round all of them* THERE ARE STARS ON THE CEILING. BRB, HEART TWINGING WITH LOVE. :D
(testament to this band, when they didn’t even draw the stars there!)
Their dead bus! And I honestly couldn’t love this lot more as a fan. ^_^ They pine about their dead bus! They go onto the crew’s bus! They are woken up in the morning by unconvincing Texan accents by way of Nick’s Oklahoman one! Nick’s waist! They don’t know where they are in the morning! They are totally dependent on Shabba!
Hearts forever.
Also, YES to the sharing rooms. No pillow fights, but there is definitely a degree of braiding each other’s hair and sharing secrets after dark.
Even though it’s probably more like, “*drunk slurring* that show was awesome!” “yeah!” *pass out*
...this is why I prefer the sanitised version of these people who live in my head. ^_^
(I think the reason for the insanely precious navigating is FIRST, THEY’RE NAVIGATING THEMSELVES TO GO CHRISTMAS SHOPPING FOR FAMILY AND FRIENDS AND THAT IS STRANGELY, STRANGELY ADORABLE, and secondly, the knowledge that at some point, they’re going to obey the Law of Navigating Yourself In Strange Cities and get horrifically lost. Lulz! :D)
AHAHAHAHA, PART OF ME CRINGES AWAY FROM TYSON LOOKING AT HOME APPLIANCES! Part of me is wondering whether he’s housetrained yet, but that’s the horrible sarcastic part of me which grew up with The Brother. Because, Ty, love, no one wants a kettle for Christmas however much they need one. Kettles and irons and coffee-grinders and stuff are things which go on wedding lists and then house-warming lists, and that’s it. After that, you get ‘em yourself, because there’s nothing more depressing than having to get enthusiastic about a KETTLE at CHRISTMAS.
/rant.
I speak from experience. I’ve had a household appliance from my gran every year since I turned twelve, in preparation for “when you marry a nice young boy.” SIGH. o.O
YES, I go into my local, tiny music store, and look for AAR! To reassure myself that even in JERSEY, people have heard of them. ^_^
Also, how brave is that girl!? Were there friends of hers lurking around, or was she actually brave like you and went up to them by herself? Evidently, I fail at life because I would LURK HORRIBLY if I randomly saw them in the street when I was on my own!
“Tyson: *smiles serenely with his nicely crossed legs and manages to look prim and proper and incredibly gay as everything unfolds*” - THIS LINE FOR THE WIN FOREVER. TYYYYYSON! SMILING SERENELY AS YOUR BAND LAUGHS AROUND YOU!
Also, dearhearts all, remember that whole “toning down the gay” thing you talked about? Yeah, not going so well actually. :D
(I completely misread “solo signing” as “solo singing” and was like WHAT!? CHRIS SINGS!? *grabby hands* But aaaaww!! Look at him! And his little face! *hearts* Chris is in his happy place for signings - all is well.)
ARGH, I WANTED TO WRITE YOU THE LONG COMMENT I PROMISED YOU AND THEN HAD TO GO OUT. OH, SOCIAL LIFE, WHY DO I SUDDENLY HAVE ONE!? *grin* Probably more later? *glomps* SO MUCH LOVE, FOR THIS, DUDE. SO MUCH LOVE. :D
Also, though, the instrument smashing?! WTF!? No. But it's OK, because you KNOW Nick bitched him out about it afterwards. :D
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Lolol, ikr! I was like, "really, Chris? Really?" XD
Nature-show-presenter!Tyson, I feel, would also be made of a lot of fail. He'd see something, and be like, "OMG! *excited!*" and then bound off to examine further, leaving the cameraman behind and completely satisfying his own curiosity. Then the camera dude would arrive just in time to catch Tyson setting free the little lizard or whatever and going, "there you go little one!"...only to turn around and realize he has completely neglected to do any, well, presenting. XD
mate-luring-Shabba!cap
LOLOL, IKR. HOW SO CUTE TYSON?
I LOVE THE STARS TOO. THEY'RE ADORABLE AND ABSOLUTELY SUITED TO THESE SWEETHEARTS.
The dead bus section!! IT OWNS MY SOUUUUUUL.
Even though it’s probably more like, “*drunk slurring* that show was awesome!” “yeah!” *pass out*
LOLOL.
(OMG OMG OMG. YESSSS. INEVITABLY, SOMETIME, SOMEWHERE, THEY ARE SURE TO GET LOST. TYSON WILL SIGH DRAMATICALLY AND DRAPE HIMSELF ALL OVER THE SEAT, CHRIS WILL SIT STONILY IN ONE CORNER, NICK WILL PANIC ABOUT HOW MUCH TIME THEY'RE LOSING, MIKE WILL TRY TO PLACATE EVERYONE.)
Because, Ty, love, no one wants a kettle for Christmas however much they need one. Kettles and irons and coffee-grinders and stuff are things which go on wedding lists and then house-warming lists, and that’s it. After that, you get ‘em yourself, because there’s nothing more depressing than having to get enthusiastic about a KETTLE at CHRISTMAS.
I AM LOL'ING SO HARD RIGHT NOW. YOU PRETTY MUCH EXPRESSED MY FOND EXASPERATION MUCH MORE ELOQUENTLY THAN I COULD HAVE.
in preparation for “when you marry a nice young boy.”
lmaoooooo. *pats*
Apparently we all look for them in record stores! We're all hopelessly obsessed together! \o/
I KNOW RIGHT. HE'S JUST SITTING THERE. SMILING BEATIFICALLY. OH BABY. <3
The toning down the gay thing is in an exercise in fail. XD Mike's grab at Chris's ass completely negates everything. haha.
(OMGGGG. Chris's precious face!! HONESTLY. I DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW SUCH A FORBODING LOOKING DUDE TURNED OUT MORE ADORABLE THAN A BABY KITTEH.)
HEE. YAY FOR SOCIAL LIVES!
Oh, god, totally. Nick: Ty, man, that's just not cool. Tyson: We're fuckin' rockstars Nicky! WHOOOOOOOOO! Nick: >:(
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