Really Heavy Stuff
Check it out, uhm... me.
Okay, so like the feds REALLY don't come bustin' down my door... HOLY SHIT ON A FRIKKIN' SHINGLE! The HELL?? I go to Lorna's granddad's memorial thingie and like it's a who's who of fuckin' wanted people from those guys that Sam hangs with to like that guy at the bar who was like up all in this and I was all 'No thanks' and he was all like.... 'guv' and all those other snotty thing british people always say and oh yeah, CREED!
You know, the guy that was trying to KILL ME AND LORNA?? The guy who's taken more bombs that a frikkin' Al Queda franchise?? He looked really really stoned, but dude, that was HIM! And there was all sitting around looking for munchies or something, hanging out with the doctor chick who's got real issues and a baby ... 'cause I guess all large gatherings need to have some kid in them somewhere, it's like a requirement or something, they shut down your event if it doesn't cry at a lousy time...
So *I'm* all 'Holy shit! Creed! Fuck! Aaah!' then I'm really like all 'HOLY SHIT!' 'cause outta nowhere, and I mean, NOWHERE, comes Lorna's grandad. You remember, the DEAD ONE!?! Only like, damn, he ain't nobody's grandad, 'cause he wasn't no Sean Connery age, let me tell you, he was like... like Russel Crowe age, but like his real age not what they tell you in the Star...
... so DAMN! He was flyin' around, freakin' everybody out, that guy from the bar was throwing bombs everywhere and Creed was just kinda hangin' out, wondering who's bogartin' his stash or somethin', and it's like this really crazy movie with all the special effects that the Matrix didn't use, all the explosions and...
... and all I kept thinking of was 'Whoa. What a crappy funeral.' Here's poor Lorna, working her ass off to get this statue erected to someone who's like her only family (and I know, yeah, he's *the* Magneto and all that but dude, those kinda people got family to, dig? So shut the fuck up.) that she just met and is now putting in the ground (or... was it cremating?), constituting a really fucked up situation already... and then ya had to go and make it like ... like... like I don't even know. I mean, fucked-up, crazy... these are just words. You had to like be there, stand next to all that shit and go... "... the HELL??" People on Bizzaro World are scratching their heads and going, "Dizzam, that's some pretty fucked up shit right there."
Crazy doctor lady put up some funky mojo (which, by the by, I was like the only person there who wasn't sportin' a major woody for their mutant powers? I mean, I could've thrown down, but one I was like, who the fuck do *I* blow up in a sitch like this and two, dude. This was supposed ot be some sort of memorial thing. I apparently was the only one who didn't get the memo about bringing heavy armaments or somethin'....) and tried to finish off Lorna's grandad, which didn't work and Lorna managed to get him to a quick safe spot which a speechless me in tow.
Jesus fuck. Now it's like I wanna ask what was all that, but ... who am I supposed to ask?
(OOC: hey, the girl figured it out. I'm sure everyone knows to look to xmm_magneto for the logs about which she's blathering about?)