Okay, when WILL thinks shit's weird...

[_willferrell]

My boyfrie-, my significant oth-.

Son of a bichon frise. Okay:

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[floppyhair]

Poor dear. Stage an intervention! Lace his drinks with sleeping powder!

[_willferrell]

Good thinking. It'll just make him madder, I'm afraid.

I think I have some choloroform lying about somewhere...

Oh! Hey! How are YOU? *huge grin*

[floppyhair]

Exhausted. *beams back* How are YOU?

[_willferrell]

*sly grin*
*nod and attempt at a high-five, remember your Britishness and just point and nod*

Hmmm. I thought things were good. Jack's kind of freaking out on me.

[ironist_adam]

*pats your back* Sorry, dad. *slips you a bottle of Ambien*

[_willferrell]

Ooooh! Thanks, kid.

[ironist_adam]

No problem, pops.

[feck_arse_drink]

Hit him over the head with me fuckin shillelagh. And then give it back to me.

[_willferrell]

!!!!

You are brilliant as you are drunk, Brogan. I salute you.

*searches*

[jdepp_holy_one]

*anonymously sends bottle of scotch*

*and bill for new pants*

[_willferrell]

*opens door, tips delivery guy*
*signs autograph*
*poses for picture for his kids*
*runs back inside and grab some Anchorman t-shirts for his brother in Wisconsin*

*smile and wave as delivery guy drives off screaming his love for me*

*completely forgets about package in my after-glow of fan love*

[jdepp_holy_one]

*drives off with your cash, tossing his disguise in the back seat*

*laughs himself silly at how desperate to get rid of those t-shirts you are that you'll give...*counts* 47 of them to a complete stranger*

[_willferrell]

*wonders if those t-shirts were the ones I wiped up Jared's cat's cat-sick and urine up with*

*checks*

*feels bad that the decent guy with the bad mustache and gold teeth has a batch of shirts that are disease infested*

*spies package*

*opens scotch, tears up bill*
*whistles*

[talentedmsgwyn]

It pains me to say that not even science and logic can explain Jack sometimes. But even though he makes me miserable, tricks me into joining him on wild goose chases, puts me in constant danger of getting abducted, kidnapped or worse, puts my family's life in danger, puts his family's life in danger, leaves sunflower seed shells all over the office and is so crippled emotionally that he will only call me by my last name, I love hiim and forgive him of everything. Is that normal?

And I've been working on a new cheer for the debate team. I'll call you later and go over it.

[_willferrell]

You're getting ABDUCTED?? You're FAMILY is in danger? What in the blue blazes is going on?

*stops vacuuming up sunflower seed shells off the carpet*

And I NEVER would have imagined Jack Davenport would spit shells on the floor. Gross.

Oh my gosh! Awesome. Be sure to stretch out. Don't neglect your hams.

[talentedmsgwyn]

There is a reasonable explanation for all of it, I assure you.

You just have to accept that Jack Davenport does these things. It's part of who he is. And don't put any unlabeled videos in the VCR.

No problem. I've been doing stretches all morning. Is your boom box fixed yet?

[_willferrell]

Hmm. I figured I'd have to get used to snoring, or dirty piles of laundry, or strange food. I didn't think I'd have to worry about implanted chips and black goo. Right now he's asleep in the bedroom. I think he missed out on two of his naps, and that's what this is all about. He likes to sleep a lot.

But all of my porn is unlabled.

My boom box is ROCKIN'. I am PUMPED for some cheers. Oh! You know it! Oh, oh, you know it!