The Cool Money fun continues! Lucky you?
Sorry, so sorry for the week-long delay. I could explain, but I don't want to get into details.
LMAO, that made me laugh. I'm all about the details (I keep misspelling the word "details," btw, and it's really starting to bug me). I'm so full of crap--me: hating details. Phsheesha. As if.
So I'm not going to go into the details even though it's, like, totally against my nature to do so. Let's just get on with things and dive into the stupid. I want to laugh, I feel like laughing, I need a good laugh. And part of the reason why this took a bit longer was because it needed some finishing touches and my comp time has been limited this past week and OMG Nip/Tuck is a really gross show, did you guys KNOW this? But it's still, like, engrossing. HA! I pun. And digress. And who the freak rang our doorbell at bloody 9:10 a.m. this morning?? That was just about 15 minutes ago, btw. Anyone who knows this family knows no one is neither awake nor coherent nor wanting to see the world thru anything more than a television set before at least NOON o'clock. I'm scathingly offended.
Right. The Cool Money stuff. You ready? Remember where we left off? Doesn't matter, I'll remind you :)
Didya miss Part One? Go check it, then!
Cool Money, MY way: It Starts!
All right, here we go :)
BOBBY: You dudes are lucky this is one of my “pretty” angles.
BOBBY: And seriously, what’s the deal with the hideous color scheming in this movie? First you put me in pink, and now ORANGE? Against a white background to boot so you can’t even see how beautifully white my teeth are? Why do I even try.
*deep dramatic movie-man voice* James Marsters is... The Fugitive!!
BOBBY: Doo-dee-doo. Don’t mind me. Just another sexy, regular cool guy looking shifty and out of place here. Dum-da-doo. Perfectly normal.
OBLIGATORY HISPANIC MAID: Aye carumba! Baby got back! Mucho caliente, conquistador!!
BOBBY: No, no, Senorita. I’m COOL.
BOBBY: Or I WILL be cool, as soon as I get the fuck out of this pink-assed shit.
BOBBY: Hey, whoa. That Mexican chick didn’t ask me to autograph her Lysol. What’s up with that?
BOBBY: I mean, doesn’t she recognize me? *is sexily hurt* Doesn’t she realize who I AM?
BOBBY: *turns away in a pained, yet immensely cool, stupor*
BOBBY: AHA! Wait a minute. It’s starting to make SENSE now. This damned pink ensemble-Spike would’ve NEVER worn it. Between the threads and the ‘do, all I’ve got going for me is my face, my body, and my cheekbones.
BOBBY: This suit is SO trashed, baby. And I am SO pretty.
TOKEN ILLEGAL ALIEN MAID/MOTEL MANAGER: Ah! Le Senor Marsters! Will you sign your bill, por favor?
JAMES: Oh, stop being coy, cutie pants! You know I’ll autograph whatever you want!
BOBBY: Maybe the pink was better. I feel like a douche and I look like a lush.
MARGOT KIDDER: Um, excuse me... I don’t think I’m really old enough to be playing James Marsters’ MOTHER.
OLD GUY THAT’S ACTUALLY WEARING GLASSES: My head is really weird-looking.
BOBBY: What’s that? You say Margot Kidder is playing my mother? OMG. OMFG. *gulp*
MARGOT KIDDER: I mean, I’m only 14 years older than he is. Gimme a break, people.
OLD GUY WITH WEIRD HEAD: The horn-rimmed glasses don’t help. Nor does the God-awful hair. ‘Scuse me-GOSH-awful hair. Forgot I was a man of the cloth for a second there.
MARGOT KIDDER: So if I could just object to this whole thing on the grounds that chronologically speaking this is just not plausible?
BOBBY: *trying not to wet himself*
MARGOT KIDDER: But hell, plausible or not, what woman in her right mind would pass on the chance to work with James Marsters? I overrule myself.
OLD GUY WITH WEIRD HEAD: You know, from this angle, I kind of look like Gonzo.
JAMES: I stand here today in this new blue suit and wonder what the deal is with this mookish tie.
JAMES: I’m the epitome of “cool,” you see. I’m a phenomenal kisser, a brilliant musician, a talented actor, a charming dinner guest, a devoted friend, a passionate lover, a fantastic dancer, a considerate roomie, a sexy vampire, a powerful wizard, a loving father, a kickass thief, an awesome geek, and just an all-around fun guy.
JAMES: Oh, and I’ve got a hell of a bod, too.
JAMES: Sooooo... it really makes me wonder...
OLD GUY WITH WEIRD HEAD: *scowls* I wish I had a nice bod.
JAMES: What’s with the bad clothes and extreme nakedness that are constantly inflicted on me?
OLD GUY WITH WEIRD HEAD: At least they let you BE naked.
JAMES: I mean, at first I thought I was just imagining things, but this has gone way past its “trend” stage here.
OLD GUY WITH WEIRD HEAD: They wouldn’t even let me have my shirt off when I was YOUNGER, for God’s sake. Erm-GOSH sake.
JAMES: I put before the court these photos of the incidents in question as proof why their corresponding clothes are cause for my objection.
**
Simon!JAMES: Okay, the green shirt is hideous, I admit, but you’d still jump my bones faster than a sno-cone melts in Phoenix.
Simon!JAMES: Especially when I give you my "frisky boy want some lovin'" look.
JAMES: I should have worn this shirt to Xander and Anya’s wedding. Buffy and I would have made a truly deadly pair with our matching radioactive outfits, my neon hair, and her caustic attitude.
BUFFY: Hey! Blame, much? I told you I loved you and you had to be a moron and not believe me. What’d you want me to do, jump your bones right there in the middle of the burning apocalypse??
BUFFY: *daydreaming* Yeah, actually that would have been pretty earth-shattering. What with all the extra earth shattering going on already. We could have smooshed the Smashed sexcapades, hands down.
BOBBY: Can we PLEASE get back to MY bitching about the horrible clothes and nakedness inflicted on me here?
BUFFY: Yay nakedness!
JAMES: Um, I have a few things to say about ugly-ass clothes...
JAMES: Hey!! Who said *I* was done with MY rant!?!
Spike!JAMES: Oh, please. No way is the “Exec for Doublemint Gum” look gonna win the prize for bad clothes. Not while I was stuck in THIS for half an episode.
JAMES: At least they didn’t stick you with these God-awful camera angles. I’m lucky I’m so breathtakingly adorable that you’d actually WANT to hover over my face like a--
Spike!JAMES: Hellooooo!! Seriously, what the fuck was this all about? Spike is just too sexy, too cool, too popular-hey, let’s try something crazy! We’ll make him Urkel?
Randy!JAMES: Trust me. You dudes got off EASY.
JAMES: We’re the same DUDE, lunkhead.
BUFFY: Look, sweetie! Look what I made for you!
JAMES: Ugggh. And I think I was actually trying to make myself pass out, hit my head on the stove, and put myself in a coma. Couldn’t take those shirts anymore, man.
Spike!JAMES: Yeah, and who did you get those masochistic ideas FROM, Ralph Lauren?
JAMES: Yeah, it’s a good thing...
JAMES: ...that for whatever the reason...
JAMES: Amber finally decided to put you in a DRESS!
Brainiac!JAMES: Hey, let your lips do the talking, pretty boy. He’s not the one who put lipstick on for no good reason other than sheer morbid curiosity.
Simon!JAMES: I wanted to feel close to the girl I loved, Captain Obvious. Did you even watch the movie? And I wouldn’t be dissing ME for being overly pretty while I was wearing THAT. You look like an ad for Pepto Bismol.
JAMES: I think I should win a prize for being the sexiest guy here in the worst shirt, with the coolest attitude, who’s quite possibly in the most glompable position anyone’s been in... ever.
BUFFY: I would SO love to hit that just one more time...
**
JAMES: Oooh. This one’s actually pretty hot. I mean, if I do say so myself. I really should grow my hair out again.
JAMES: Anyway. Bottom line-no pun intended-as hot as I am, all the bad clothes and nudetastic gratuitousness was unacceptable, Your Honor. I very COOLLY object.
REPRESENTATIVE FROM MARTI NOXON, INC.: And *I* object to Mr. Marsters’ objection. Ratings go thru the roof whenever this man is naked, Your Honor, and we pride ourselves not only on creating phenomenally metaphoric storylines, but on the ambiguous art of being shameless perverts as well.
JAMES: . . . .
JAMES: I don’t know whether I should be insulted or flattered.
JUDGE WOMAN: Well, after reviewing the evidence and hearing these very convincing testimonies...
JAMES: Oh, she is NOT going to demand me be naked at least once in every show I do from here on out. God, no.
MARGOT: Be good to us, honey. You’re a woman, too. You know what we all wanna see.
OLD GUY WHO LOOKS LIKE GONZO: Hell, even *I* wanna see him naked! Er-I mean, HECK.
JUDGE WOMAN: I’ve decided that something must indeed be done about the clothes, but you are just too luscious not to be ogled in all your glorious man-flesh at least once a season for whatever you’re doing at the time.
JUDGE WOMAN: Once a year, you shall be naked! *bangs gavel*
JAMES: *fights his inner Spike’s desire to maim, crush, destroy... and rip off this god-awful tie*
SPAMES: Your-Your Honor. Look. Look what they made me wear in season 6 of Buffy. Surely a woman of your obvious good taste and elegance knows this cannot be acceptable or ethical.
JUDGE WOMAN: Oh, stop. *blushes* Is there something WRITTEN on that?
SPAMES: A poem. A tribute to your heartrending loveliness.
MARGOT: Shouldn’t he have to try that thing on for the court? For evidence purposes?
SPAMES: Doth I need to recite a stanza from “Ode To Her Honor”?
JAMES: Holy GOD I hope this tie doesn’t ruin my case for me.
JAMES: *gets his strut on* I SO rule.
MARGOT KIDDER: Oh. Oh, you MAN, you. I could just kiss you all over and make you mine, you beautiful hunk of handsome.
BOBBY: Mo-om! You’re my MOM.
MARGOT KIDDER: Call me Margot, hot lips.
BOBBY: You’re my MOM!!
MARGOT: Oh, that doesn’t matter. It’s actually a trend now. Ever heard of Wincest? People get it on with their fictional family members all the time.
BOBBY: I... uh...
MARGOT: I know you went all spazzy fanboy when you found out I’d be in this movie, so don’t deny it, Pretty Boy. You want a piece of this Lois Lane ass.
BOBBY: You’re my MOM!
MARGOT: We can call it something new, like Kidophelia. Or we can be ripoffs and just call it Kidcest…
BOBBY: You’re KID-ding, right?
MARGOT: Sweetie, you’re looking at the woman who can get you back on Smallville this season, if you’d like to stay there, that is.
BOBBY: How about dinner at eight tomorrow?
Yes, there is still more to come. Will try not to take so long posting it this time ;)
Oh, and I made a nice little linky-bit there in my side bar to all my previous captiony piccie acid trips, just for easy access. I've been meaning to do that for a while, and go me--finally did it. Just in case people are wondering how this all got started. I think it was the James as Dresden one that's responsible. I got in a weird mood this ONE night and now it's like this horrible disease. LOL...
ETA: I completely forgot to do this when I first posted and I am a very bad girl for doing so--(spank me, James... give it me good; you know I deserve it!)--umm... what was I talking about? Oh, yeah. I really, really need to give a humondo shout out to deborahw37 for her big time generosity in letting me snag several of the GORGEOUS Chance pics I used in this here post. I was having no luck with finding pics from that movie and she was so endlessly kind. Bless her. She majorly pwns, like, half of this post and she doesn't even know it. So I guess that means she pwns ME. Sweet.
LMAO, that made me laugh. I'm all about the details (I keep misspelling the word "details," btw, and it's really starting to bug me). I'm so full of crap--me: hating details. Phsheesha. As if.
So I'm not going to go into the details even though it's, like, totally against my nature to do so. Let's just get on with things and dive into the stupid. I want to laugh, I feel like laughing, I need a good laugh. And part of the reason why this took a bit longer was because it needed some finishing touches and my comp time has been limited this past week and OMG Nip/Tuck is a really gross show, did you guys KNOW this? But it's still, like, engrossing. HA! I pun. And digress. And who the freak rang our doorbell at bloody 9:10 a.m. this morning?? That was just about 15 minutes ago, btw. Anyone who knows this family knows no one is neither awake nor coherent nor wanting to see the world thru anything more than a television set before at least NOON o'clock. I'm scathingly offended.
Right. The Cool Money stuff. You ready? Remember where we left off? Doesn't matter, I'll remind you :)
Didya miss Part One? Go check it, then!
Cool Money, MY way: It Starts!
All right, here we go :)
BOBBY: You dudes are lucky this is one of my “pretty” angles.
BOBBY: And seriously, what’s the deal with the hideous color scheming in this movie? First you put me in pink, and now ORANGE? Against a white background to boot so you can’t even see how beautifully white my teeth are? Why do I even try.
*deep dramatic movie-man voice* James Marsters is... The Fugitive!!
BOBBY: Doo-dee-doo. Don’t mind me. Just another sexy, regular cool guy looking shifty and out of place here. Dum-da-doo. Perfectly normal.
OBLIGATORY HISPANIC MAID: Aye carumba! Baby got back! Mucho caliente, conquistador!!
BOBBY: No, no, Senorita. I’m COOL.
BOBBY: Or I WILL be cool, as soon as I get the fuck out of this pink-assed shit.
BOBBY: Hey, whoa. That Mexican chick didn’t ask me to autograph her Lysol. What’s up with that?
BOBBY: I mean, doesn’t she recognize me? *is sexily hurt* Doesn’t she realize who I AM?
BOBBY: *turns away in a pained, yet immensely cool, stupor*
BOBBY: AHA! Wait a minute. It’s starting to make SENSE now. This damned pink ensemble-Spike would’ve NEVER worn it. Between the threads and the ‘do, all I’ve got going for me is my face, my body, and my cheekbones.
BOBBY: This suit is SO trashed, baby. And I am SO pretty.
TOKEN ILLEGAL ALIEN MAID/MOTEL MANAGER: Ah! Le Senor Marsters! Will you sign your bill, por favor?
JAMES: Oh, stop being coy, cutie pants! You know I’ll autograph whatever you want!
BOBBY: Maybe the pink was better. I feel like a douche and I look like a lush.
MARGOT KIDDER: Um, excuse me... I don’t think I’m really old enough to be playing James Marsters’ MOTHER.
OLD GUY THAT’S ACTUALLY WEARING GLASSES: My head is really weird-looking.
BOBBY: What’s that? You say Margot Kidder is playing my mother? OMG. OMFG. *gulp*
MARGOT KIDDER: I mean, I’m only 14 years older than he is. Gimme a break, people.
OLD GUY WITH WEIRD HEAD: The horn-rimmed glasses don’t help. Nor does the God-awful hair. ‘Scuse me-GOSH-awful hair. Forgot I was a man of the cloth for a second there.
MARGOT KIDDER: So if I could just object to this whole thing on the grounds that chronologically speaking this is just not plausible?
BOBBY: *trying not to wet himself*
MARGOT KIDDER: But hell, plausible or not, what woman in her right mind would pass on the chance to work with James Marsters? I overrule myself.
OLD GUY WITH WEIRD HEAD: You know, from this angle, I kind of look like Gonzo.
JAMES: I stand here today in this new blue suit and wonder what the deal is with this mookish tie.
JAMES: I’m the epitome of “cool,” you see. I’m a phenomenal kisser, a brilliant musician, a talented actor, a charming dinner guest, a devoted friend, a passionate lover, a fantastic dancer, a considerate roomie, a sexy vampire, a powerful wizard, a loving father, a kickass thief, an awesome geek, and just an all-around fun guy.
JAMES: Oh, and I’ve got a hell of a bod, too.
JAMES: Sooooo... it really makes me wonder...
OLD GUY WITH WEIRD HEAD: *scowls* I wish I had a nice bod.
JAMES: What’s with the bad clothes and extreme nakedness that are constantly inflicted on me?
OLD GUY WITH WEIRD HEAD: At least they let you BE naked.
JAMES: I mean, at first I thought I was just imagining things, but this has gone way past its “trend” stage here.
OLD GUY WITH WEIRD HEAD: They wouldn’t even let me have my shirt off when I was YOUNGER, for God’s sake. Erm-GOSH sake.
JAMES: I put before the court these photos of the incidents in question as proof why their corresponding clothes are cause for my objection.
**
Simon!JAMES: Okay, the green shirt is hideous, I admit, but you’d still jump my bones faster than a sno-cone melts in Phoenix.
Simon!JAMES: Especially when I give you my "frisky boy want some lovin'" look.
JAMES: I should have worn this shirt to Xander and Anya’s wedding. Buffy and I would have made a truly deadly pair with our matching radioactive outfits, my neon hair, and her caustic attitude.
BUFFY: Hey! Blame, much? I told you I loved you and you had to be a moron and not believe me. What’d you want me to do, jump your bones right there in the middle of the burning apocalypse??
BUFFY: *daydreaming* Yeah, actually that would have been pretty earth-shattering. What with all the extra earth shattering going on already. We could have smooshed the Smashed sexcapades, hands down.
BOBBY: Can we PLEASE get back to MY bitching about the horrible clothes and nakedness inflicted on me here?
BUFFY: Yay nakedness!
JAMES: Um, I have a few things to say about ugly-ass clothes...
JAMES: Hey!! Who said *I* was done with MY rant!?!
Spike!JAMES: Oh, please. No way is the “Exec for Doublemint Gum” look gonna win the prize for bad clothes. Not while I was stuck in THIS for half an episode.
JAMES: At least they didn’t stick you with these God-awful camera angles. I’m lucky I’m so breathtakingly adorable that you’d actually WANT to hover over my face like a--
Spike!JAMES: Hellooooo!! Seriously, what the fuck was this all about? Spike is just too sexy, too cool, too popular-hey, let’s try something crazy! We’ll make him Urkel?
Randy!JAMES: Trust me. You dudes got off EASY.
JAMES: We’re the same DUDE, lunkhead.
BUFFY: Look, sweetie! Look what I made for you!
JAMES: Ugggh. And I think I was actually trying to make myself pass out, hit my head on the stove, and put myself in a coma. Couldn’t take those shirts anymore, man.
Spike!JAMES: Yeah, and who did you get those masochistic ideas FROM, Ralph Lauren?
JAMES: Yeah, it’s a good thing...
JAMES: ...that for whatever the reason...
JAMES: Amber finally decided to put you in a DRESS!
Brainiac!JAMES: Hey, let your lips do the talking, pretty boy. He’s not the one who put lipstick on for no good reason other than sheer morbid curiosity.
Simon!JAMES: I wanted to feel close to the girl I loved, Captain Obvious. Did you even watch the movie? And I wouldn’t be dissing ME for being overly pretty while I was wearing THAT. You look like an ad for Pepto Bismol.
JAMES: I think I should win a prize for being the sexiest guy here in the worst shirt, with the coolest attitude, who’s quite possibly in the most glompable position anyone’s been in... ever.
BUFFY: I would SO love to hit that just one more time...
**
JAMES: Oooh. This one’s actually pretty hot. I mean, if I do say so myself. I really should grow my hair out again.
JAMES: Anyway. Bottom line-no pun intended-as hot as I am, all the bad clothes and nudetastic gratuitousness was unacceptable, Your Honor. I very COOLLY object.
REPRESENTATIVE FROM MARTI NOXON, INC.: And *I* object to Mr. Marsters’ objection. Ratings go thru the roof whenever this man is naked, Your Honor, and we pride ourselves not only on creating phenomenally metaphoric storylines, but on the ambiguous art of being shameless perverts as well.
JAMES: . . . .
JAMES: I don’t know whether I should be insulted or flattered.
JUDGE WOMAN: Well, after reviewing the evidence and hearing these very convincing testimonies...
JAMES: Oh, she is NOT going to demand me be naked at least once in every show I do from here on out. God, no.
MARGOT: Be good to us, honey. You’re a woman, too. You know what we all wanna see.
OLD GUY WHO LOOKS LIKE GONZO: Hell, even *I* wanna see him naked! Er-I mean, HECK.
JUDGE WOMAN: I’ve decided that something must indeed be done about the clothes, but you are just too luscious not to be ogled in all your glorious man-flesh at least once a season for whatever you’re doing at the time.
JUDGE WOMAN: Once a year, you shall be naked! *bangs gavel*
JAMES: *fights his inner Spike’s desire to maim, crush, destroy... and rip off this god-awful tie*
SPAMES: Your-Your Honor. Look. Look what they made me wear in season 6 of Buffy. Surely a woman of your obvious good taste and elegance knows this cannot be acceptable or ethical.
JUDGE WOMAN: Oh, stop. *blushes* Is there something WRITTEN on that?
SPAMES: A poem. A tribute to your heartrending loveliness.
MARGOT: Shouldn’t he have to try that thing on for the court? For evidence purposes?
SPAMES: Doth I need to recite a stanza from “Ode To Her Honor”?
JAMES: Holy GOD I hope this tie doesn’t ruin my case for me.
JAMES: *gets his strut on* I SO rule.
MARGOT KIDDER: Oh. Oh, you MAN, you. I could just kiss you all over and make you mine, you beautiful hunk of handsome.
BOBBY: Mo-om! You’re my MOM.
MARGOT KIDDER: Call me Margot, hot lips.
BOBBY: You’re my MOM!!
MARGOT: Oh, that doesn’t matter. It’s actually a trend now. Ever heard of Wincest? People get it on with their fictional family members all the time.
BOBBY: I... uh...
MARGOT: I know you went all spazzy fanboy when you found out I’d be in this movie, so don’t deny it, Pretty Boy. You want a piece of this Lois Lane ass.
BOBBY: You’re my MOM!
MARGOT: We can call it something new, like Kidophelia. Or we can be ripoffs and just call it Kidcest…
BOBBY: You’re KID-ding, right?
MARGOT: Sweetie, you’re looking at the woman who can get you back on Smallville this season, if you’d like to stay there, that is.
BOBBY: How about dinner at eight tomorrow?
Yes, there is still more to come. Will try not to take so long posting it this time ;)
Oh, and I made a nice little linky-bit there in my side bar to all my previous captiony piccie acid trips, just for easy access. I've been meaning to do that for a while, and go me--finally did it. Just in case people are wondering how this all got started. I think it was the James as Dresden one that's responsible. I got in a weird mood this ONE night and now it's like this horrible disease. LOL...
ETA: I completely forgot to do this when I first posted and I am a very bad girl for doing so--(spank me, James... give it me good; you know I deserve it!)--umm... what was I talking about? Oh, yeah. I really, really need to give a humondo shout out to deborahw37 for her big time generosity in letting me snag several of the GORGEOUS Chance pics I used in this here post. I was having no luck with finding pics from that movie and she was so endlessly kind. Bless her. She majorly pwns, like, half of this post and she doesn't even know it. So I guess that means she pwns ME. Sweet.