Sharing some of my fav recent lolzy rp moments
Jeri's musi:
OH
BH
Rod
yM (youngMatt)
Dusty
Goldie
Christian (CC)
DK's musi
iMatt
Raven
Nef's musi
LSM
ySM
SM
Thor's musi
Debra
DJ
Ric
LC's musi
Eric (EB)
VKM
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OH: Missed you too DJ/JJ's. DJ...you just bring this 'light' into my life. It's shaped like a horse, for some reason. I don't question these things.
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Ric: *swaggers in, holding a bowl of stew he got from downstairs* Gather round children and father of my only son- let me tell you the tale of my failed baby shower.
DJ: *blinks and takes a seat on one of the beanbag chairs in the room, motioning for Owen to do the same*
OH: *sits excited to hear all about it*
Rod: Oooh boy. *laughs and sits too*
Ric: Well. Being pregnant in the 70's as a man... No... no wait, scratch that. Being pregnant as a man ANY time during ANY decade brings a whole host a problems. Number 1- how the hell do ya go out in public lookin' five months pregnant? ...Ya got two options. Holed up in here... OR dress like a woman. So that one chilly march day I came strolling into the bar with Roddy for my shower. Some of the guys knew- guys like Ricky and Jerry Jarrett. The rest didn't recognize me in disguise. ...So... ya got me, who looked like a hot blonde mama in a dress, make up and hat.
I was plannin' on not sayin' a DAMN thing during this party to keep my cover in front a all of these guys we knew for years... I was figurin' on it bein' particularly tense for me. We had the party in the back, in this room with a big ole window over lookin' the creek on the hill.
*sighs and shakes his head*
In our defense... Roddy n' me didn't know how to throw a shower so we invited everyone and called it a 'groovy non conformist baby shower with booze'. Well, at that point I got tired of prancin' around in heels and took a seat- tryin' to not speak to any of our drunken friends when this whole troupe of mimes came in. Man... who the hell were they kiddin', comin' in and doin' that stupid 'I'm in a box look at me' trick! ...Mimes. I couldn't say anything n' Roddy let them stay. *rubs his temples* Well. Big John Studd didn't like mimes. The mimes didn't like Big John Studd. Some how, a chair was thrown- I don't know WHO threw it first. I don't think I ever will.
The mimes all ganged up on John and pushed him out that big ole broken picture window. So... the guys in the front of the bar wandered on into the back where we were and got into it. *rolls his eyes* The worst part?! I couldn't even join in! I had to sit there in that chair, ignoring the flirting, trying to not throw a single punch... Hell! We didn't even get any baby gifts except from Ricky and Jarrett! Roddy got a couple of six packs and I got a 'husband goes on the road kit'. *puts his head in his hand* BUT- but.. when the carnage was through I pick pocketed everyone and bought a really nice car seat and a crib.
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OH: I break mirrors all the time. Ooh. Nef. JJ wants me to be his sons godfather. Does this mean I get to wear pinstripes and carry a gun and pretend to be Italian?
Nef: Er....I dunno. I'm not sure he meant that kind of godfather and to be honest Owen, you don't look like much of a Hitman. Wait...never mind.
OH: No, I don't look like Bret. I'm really a stray the Hart's picked up somewhere. Can I still pretend to be Italian at least? Well...the hair might give me away. *hugs Nef*
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OH: Me cute? Wow. You are delirious. Yeah it has been rough for everyone, me too with Bret and his little shenanigan he pulled: the great escape. That guy is in the dictionary between pigheaded and pink. Or maybe it's fuscia. But pigheaded for sure.
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OH: DJ also said he wanted to design a nursery should I ever be a dad myself. He made little H's in Scooby Doo. DJ can do anything I think. He's like one of those utility knives boyscouts always carry around. Every good boyscout should have a DJ in their pocket.
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EB: What's its like being with Bret?
OH: Oh have you ever had a migraine EB?
EB: Oh of course all the time at work, Owen.
OH: It's sort of like that, only with wet hair.
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EB: You like girls, Owen?
Debra: Who doesn't like girls? We're squishy!
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Debra: Oh come on, Eric! Be a dang man. *rolls eyes* What happened to the crazy bastard I knew in WCW?
OH: Too many cookies Debra.
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VKM: He (Eric) got married of course to me. *Points proudly*
Debra: ...So... you completely domesticated and neutured him? 0___o
LSM: I'm getting married on a cross! *frowns* Or maybe I dreamed it....
OH: O.O Ne-neutered?
BH: ......Did I hit my head again?
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OH: I think this is a parallel universe where everyone is one of those cartoons with the really big scary shiny eyes.
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EB: Girls I don't really know too well give me hives.
Jeri: ...hives?
EB: If I get touched by a girl I don't really know or like around me bumps go everywhere.
Debra: Gawd, Eric- what the hell. Maybe ya should get that checked out then. Sounds like a serious medical problem.
Debra: Like ya have a case of misogyny.
OH: *pops back in* If a woman gave you bumps, it's probably herpes. You should be more careful.
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EB: I remember when we started dating and slept in separate beds but then V would come into my bed and play with my cold feet.
ySM: Oh goody. How romantic.
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iMatt: *cocks his head to the side* Are you being sarcastic? I can't tell, but yes it was fun while it was happening.
Christian: No, I'm not being sarcastic, this is just my personality.
iMatt: Ohh, ok. *smiles* I'm so out of the loop it seems with things.
Christian: I'd rather not be in "the loop" too many oddities around these parts. I'd rather stay mostly to myself. *cocks his head as Goldust walks by in a golden thong and matching cone-bra, gold spiky heels, and his wig and facepaint* Case in point. *looks away*
iMatt: *blinks* I-I-I think my brain is broken.....
Christian: *pats iMatt* Too bad I don't have any duct tape. *laughs, as he saunters away*
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OH: Aw, they're fine puppies Deb. *grabs a bowl from the cabinets* What kind of cookies?
Debra: Mmmm... Chocolate fudge ones. I love those.
OH: Sounds as delcious as you. *winks at, and goes around gathering ingredients* What all do we need? *dumps a few items on the counter*
Debra: Fff, Owen- you're a tease. *laughs* Uhmm... hmmm. Butter. Eggs, flour... chocolate... pickles!
OH: *measures flour, and flicks a little at Debra, smiling*
Debra: ...Everything'll be fine, sug. You'll see. *laughs and takes a tablespoon, dumping a bit on Owen's head*
OH: *laughs and gives Debra a light shove* I'm not a cookie!
Debra: Nope. You're mah favorite McNugget. *grins*
OH: *grins* Aw. Well, you're my favorite Debra. *stirs*
OH: *sticks his finger into the batter and licks it* Hm...hey not bad!
Debra: The pickles give it a delightful twang!
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Debra: Heeeh. Thanks Owen. Trust me on this one. Mah cookies are always good! *starts forming cookies and putting them on the tray to be baked*
OH: Not everyone can appreciate culinary genius. *smiles, and helps make the cookies into balls and places them next to Debras*
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ySM: I'm not telling. Just....Oh screw it. He's me and I can fix myself if I want to. Besides, I cant take this shit any longer. *storms after Bret and LSM calling after them* Hey!? Hey Future Divorcees? I mean hey lovebirds? A word?
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BH: The Bunny's named Bert. *approaches Jeris house* Wanna come inside?
SM: *nods* Yeah...*weakly* I dont think I can drive right now. My head's spinning. *takes his hand* And I wont even ask about the bunny. I get the feeling I'd rather not know.
BH: *looks for his keys, patting his pockets* Oh...I must have misplaced my keys again. *frowns* I can't remember where the spare one is either. Don't we make a pair. *knocks on the door, and after a moment Christian opens the door, his pet cat Isis curled around his shoulder*
CC: Oh look, Girlscouts.
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Debra: Heee. Thank ya, Owen. I owe ya one for all of that cleanin' ya did. What a gentleman! *ruffles his hair*
OH: Well, I made most of the mess. Anyway, I don't mind. Think I'd look cute in an apron? *joking*
OH: A pink and black one with frills.
Debra: Heee. Ya'd look better than me in an apron. *winks and then grins* ESPECIALLY a pink and black one.
OH: Aw, I doubt that Deb. I don't have such a girlish figure. Maybe Bret could pull it off though.
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OH: *takes Debra to Brets room* Knock-knock brother!... *opens the door, poking his head through Jack Nicholson style* Heeeeeeeeere's Owen!
BH: I'm thrilled. What do you want creep? *teasing*
OH: Debra and I have ice cream. *comes in and sits next to Bret*
Debra: Who doesn't want a hot blonde woman with ice cream! *sits the bowl down* So eat up n' be merry! *grins* I want to see the china of that bowl, so eat it all.
OH: *pets belly* This is how not to get a six pack. *happily digs into his sundae*
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(BH is having some various issues due to his head injury and recovering from it. One of those things being motor control/coordination at some times. I.e. Clumsiness, dropping things, jerky, balance, etc. He was having a rough day with it all today, hence OH and Debra bringing the ice cream up above. Anyway, Debra suggested dancing as a possible help to work on some of Bret's issues)
BH: *intently watches their feet, trying to coordinate his movements with Debra but it seems clumsy and jerky* I think I should wait to make my debut on dancin' with the stars.
OH: Maybe American Idol would be a better choice?
Debra: *rolls eyes* Oh you men sometimes I swear...! *swats his chest playfully* Bret. ya've been doin' this for what, five minutes? I think you're doin' jus' fine, n' you're bein' way too hard on yourself. There ya go, over thinkin' these things. Jus' relax. Count to ten, and remind yourself that this is for fun. When ya feel yourself makin' a mistake, jus' go with it. Try again? Please? Owen'll throw on some music. That might help too. ...Right Owen?
OH: Oh sure. I'll go dig out Bret's Barry Manilow collection.
BH: You're an idiot...*laughs at Owen*
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OH: Ah can boogeh a little mahself, if you weel--see the 'Mericon Dream Dusteh Rhodes knows how ta move. *imitates Dusty Rhodes* An' ah can take out da loveleh ladeh heyah with mah bionic elbow! *nudges Debra gently in the side w/his elbow*
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OH: If I keep eating all these sweets I'm gonna look like that (like Dusty), and develop a thick southern accent/speech impediment...and I might hafta wear a lot of polka dots. *grabs Debra* Wanna dance?
Debra: ...Which is odd, given you bein' Canadian in all. *snickers* Wah I'd love to have this dance. Come on, Owen- let's cut a rug!
OH: *Dances w/Debra, doing it easily and spinning her as if it's second nature* You're goin' down ya damn rug! Villain! I'm gonna cut you good! *laughs as he continues, having a fun with it all*
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Raven: *perches on the back of the couch, glaring at H* I ain't no Moron. *he points to the laughing duo on the floor* Those are morons....inbred morons.
CC: *glances at the Hardy's* I would have to agree to that observation.
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Raven: *rolls his eyes* Get over yourself, Hardys are infectious diseases that need to be eradicated. I was merely trying to stop the Incest that was raping my eyes.
yM: (drunk) Ah don't have no inflictious diseases and don't got no rats either. *gets up, managing to stay up this time* Whoooaaa.
yM: *mumbles* Tell me ah need to be ear-rat-ic-tated. *weaves over to Raven* Hah there.
Raven: *raises an eyebrow*Can I help you? I know how you can help me though, you can stand back before I pass out from the amount of lick-him on your breath.
yM: Nah ah didn't lick nobody t'naht. You touched mah mangoods. *smiles stupidly*
Raven: *blinks* The depth of your drunken stupidity amazes me. But try to follow along now...yes, I touched your goods, but it was an accident, now I must disinfect my hand or chop it off. *smirks* Got it?
yM: Lita don't never disinsect herself...ah'm clean. Ah took a shower taday.
Raven: That's because your 'Lita' is a dirty Skank. I'm sure you aren't as clean as you think....
yM: She ain't dirty she was in the shower with me. *Blinks*
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Raven: *scowls* He's sucking my cock slut bag....what does it look like he's doing?
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Dusty: *laughing it up w/Roddy as they do The Funky Chicken*
Raven: *scowls and rolls his eyes before smirking and watching Rod and Dusty* Old people aren't insane, they are merely so confident in themselves that they don't give a fuck.
Rod: That's right Birdman! Ha.
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Goldie: He's afraid of my *breathes, bites* Goldlust...rawr. *goes into the kitchen*
Raven: I'd be afraid of his insanity catching if he bit me. *blinks*
Goldie: *comes back out with a sandwich* I've had my sh-sh-shaaaaaaw vaccinations. *Bites sandwich, leaves*
Raven: .............
Dusty: That's mah boy theyah, come straight from mah loins, ooooh if you wheeeel. *goes into kitchen, boogying*
yM: /o.o\